| I’m from the other side of town
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| Out of bounds
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| To anybody who don’t live around
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| I never learned to share
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| Or how to care
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| I never had no teachings
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| About being fair
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| Depression is part of my mind
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| The sun never shines
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| On the other side of town
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| The need here is always for more
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| There’s nothing good in store
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| On the other side of town
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| It’s hard to do right
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| In this filthy night
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| Just plain simple comfort
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| Is completely out of sight
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| My little sister she hungry
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| For bread to eat
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| My brother’s hand me down shoes
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| Are now showing his feet
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| Ghetto blues showed on the news
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| All is aware
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| But what the hell do they care
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| You across the track
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| Completely relaxed
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| You take a warning fact
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| Don’t you never come back
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| I’m from the other side of town
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| Out of bounds
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| To anybody who don’t live around
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| I never learned to share
|
| Or how to care
|
| I never had no teachings
|
| About being fair
|
| Depression is part of my mind
|
| The sun never shines
|
| On the other side of town
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| The need here is always for more
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| There’s nothing good in store
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| On the other side of town
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| O baby it’s hard to do right
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| On the other side of town |