| I’m a lowdown uptown snake cil user
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| A street philosopher, neon astronomer
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| I’m a one-shot big town cruiser
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| And I try again and again and again
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| No one knows which way the wind blows
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| The city smells of desperation
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| The upset, displaced, rearranged in one damnation
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| I got to streamline my desorientation
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| And try again and again and again
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| No one knows which way the wind blows
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| Hand on the knife
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| Finger on the trigger
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| One less soul is just one less sinner
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| The life I choose, is the life I have
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| Hey don’t you know…
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| The blues ain’t so bad
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| All the girls on the corner
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| They come ‘round here more dead than alive
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| A day late, a dollar shot, whatever it takes to survive
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| It may not be freedom but it’s my freedom
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| And I try again and again and again and again and again
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| No one know which way the wind blows
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| Down the backstreets and alleys, it chills my bones
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| No one knows which way the wind blows
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| Hand on the knife
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| Finger on the trigger
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| One less soul is just one less sinner
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| The life I choose, is the life I have
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| Hey don’t you know…
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| The blues ain’t so bad
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| No one knows which way the wind blows
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| Hand on the knife
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| Finger on the trigger
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| One less soul is just one less sinner
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| The life I choose, is the life I have
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| Hey don’t you know…
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| The blues ain’t so bad
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| Hand on the knife
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| Finger on the trigger
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| One less soul is just one less sinner
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| The life I choose, is the life I have
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| Hey don’t you know…
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| The blues ain’t so bad |