| Hey, can you tell me where Jacques-lmo's is, please?
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| Yeah
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| Alright cool, thanks
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| What a beautiful energy this place has
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| The other day a homeless man told me
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| Hey, stand tall — hold your head high
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| I was just walking down the street, minding my business
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| Appears like a wizard, kinda smells like a dead guy
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| For a second I felt he knew my inner-self
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| Better than myself, some red around his mouth
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| Lt is wine — wine — a French blend before your time
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| Hey — it was like he read my mind
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| Hi, my name is Mr. Germain, what a beautiful day
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| I said, It’s night?
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| He said, You need to get out of your head
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| Yeah, he was right, I am stressed, I am stressed
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| I started feeling like death
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| He said, You wouldn’t know Death if it sat with you on a bench
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| Then started tapping a packet of cigarettes
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| I said, that stuff will kill you
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| Then calmly, he interjects and says
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| Not if you’ve already been forgotten
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| And then the next thing, I seemed to had lost him
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| They call me baby in New Orleans
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| You ain’t safe up on these streets, baby
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| These streets ain’t sweet, baby
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| Cause they will take your rings, your clothes
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| Your hat, your soul
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| Now riding through Hollygrove
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| This is beautiful New Orleans, baby
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| (New Orleans, baby!)
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| You can hear it in the thunder
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| If you listen when the sun goes down
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| You can hear it in the thunder
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| Can be vicious when the sun goes down
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| (Give me one second, young man, give me one second)
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| Walking down mystery to get to a streetcar hearing
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| Greetings, Mr Reid, shouldn’t you really be asleep now?
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| Police car screams around the corner, Ya, he says
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| There’s been a scene, another bleeding lamb up to the slaughter
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| But I warned you not to walk along this street after nighttime
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| (Why?) «Might get shocked like a key tied up to a kite line
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| (Huh?) What? |
| You wonder what dying’s like?
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| (No) Wonder what the light’s like?
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| (No) Like Stevie’s eyesight?
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| (No) Might just be feel the bite like being on the other side of Tyson
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| Then he switches and says
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| What a time to be alive, Paul
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| Not the type of thing you take for granted
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| Paul, that’s how you vanish, Sleepwalking living life in your pyjamas
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| Damn, its such a waste of that bluh-bluh-Bloody life that you were given
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| He stutteringly finishes
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| Policeman doubles round the block (Ha ha ha)
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| I turn back around to say goodbye, and then he’s gone.
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| They call me baby in New Orleans
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| You ain’t safe up on these streets, baby
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| These streets ain’t sweet, baby
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| Cause they will take your rings, your clothes
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| Your hat, your soul
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| Now riding through Hollygrove
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| This is beautiful New Orleans, baby
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| (New Orleans, baby!)
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| You can hear it in the thunder
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| If you listen when the sun goes down
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| You can hear it in the thunder
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| Can be vicious when the sun goes down
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| You can hear it in the thunder
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| If you listen when the sun goes down
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| You can hear it in the thunder
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| Can be vicious when the sun goes down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mr. Germain , by - Drapht. Song from the album Arabella Street, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп