| come on down to the concrete beach there aint no sand but it’ll burn yer feet.
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| we’re sittin' in the smog an' the swelterin' heat an' all our dreams are out
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| of reach.
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| ain’t no pools, ain’t no beach. |
| on the wrong side of town, they’re out of reach.
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| lyin' around, like i was dead.
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| it’s so hot, it’s gettin' to my head.
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| i take a walk, down by the tracks. |
| len me some bucks, i’ll grab a 6-pack.
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| but you know, i don’t have to say that i’d love to run away. |
| but they’re ain’t
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| nowhere else we can go
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| man it’s hot on the sidewalk, but i’m hangin' out makin' small talk.
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| but you know, i don’t have to say that i’d love to run away. |
| but they’re ain’t
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| nowhere else we can go today
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| ain’t no pools, ain’t no beach just a fire hydrant an' too much heat.
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| an' what you need might be out of reach but ya tough it out on the burnin'
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| street.
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| come on down, to the sweat and sound.
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| the trash and the cars, the two-bit bars.
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| but you know, i don’t have to say that i’d love to run away. |
| but they’re ain’t
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| nowhere else we can go today. |