| Me and the other kids from the neighborhood
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| We played out on the street all summer long
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| Rule was, we had to go home at night when the street lights came on
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| We were oblivious to the rest of the world
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| And we’d hold up the cars in the street
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| And we’d always play boys against girls, and both sides would cheat
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| Strange men would stop their cars at the curb
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| And say, «hey, sweetheart, come here.»
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| I’d go up to the window and they’d have their dick out in their hand
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| And a sick little sneer
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| I’d say, «here we go again
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| Yeah, ok, this time you win.»
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| And I’d feel dirty, I’d feel ashamed
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| But I wouldn’t let it stop my game
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| We would play hide and go seek
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| And territory would be the whole block
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| Sometimes the older boys, when they’d find you
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| They wouldn’t want to tag you, they’d just wanna «talk.»
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| They’d say «what would you do for a quarter?
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| Come on, we don’t have much time.»
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| Then I’d think for a minute and say,"ok, give me the quarter first.fine."
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| This time you win
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| Here we go again
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| And I would feel dirty and I’d feel ashamed
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| But I wouldn’t let it stop my game
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| I remember my first trip alone on the greyhound bus
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| A man put his hands on me as soon as night fell
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| I remember when I was leaving, how excited I was
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| I remember when I arrived, I didn’t feel so well
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| I remember a teacher in school that got me so sick, so scared
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| That I went into the bathroom and threw up in my hair
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| And I could go on and on, it just gets worse
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| And I should probably stop
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| Girl, next time he wants to know what your problem is
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| Girl, next time he wants to know where the anger comes from
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| Just tell him this time the problem’s his
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| Tell him the anger just comes
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| It just comes |