| A hundred streets and I will walk them all
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| Raising wire on concrete walls, oh yeah
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| Welcome to the neighborhood
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| Another siren cuts the night in two
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| Another killer from another crew, oh yeah
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| There’s something going on
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| (Uuuuu Uuuuu)
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| I put my heart into this English town
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| Still one hand giveth and the other strikes you down
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| Just like it ever was
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| But all the money, wounds, and broken glass
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| Will turn the dust and every feeling too will pass
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| Turns something else
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| (Uuuuu Ohhhh)
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| I see the teeth in every strangers smile
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| I’ll even die in this familiar square mile
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| Than by the riverside
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| We’ll build the future just to tear it down
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| Beside the banks of the only sting in town
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| She keeps on running
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| (To hold me down)
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| And this is not a time for turning back
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| A hundred streets and I stepped on every crack
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| The tile was built in time
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| I write the script and I’ll play my part
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| Until forever comes to steal it’s beating heart
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| (And hold me down)
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| It’s all connected by invisible ties
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| Dig out the truth within a million snow white lies
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| To keep you honest
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| And the world is beautiful when life is sweet
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| If I could leave a mark upon these hundred streets
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| Let it be this |