| Hangin' on the streets of Easty
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| Watchin' the cars as they pass me by
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| Well the neighborhood’s so alive
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| There ain’t no doubt in my mind
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| That it’s this here place and time
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| The only place I wanna be
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| It’s the streets, it’s the youth of America
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| It’s my time, it’s my place in America
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| Why 'ya hanging them up just to tear them back down
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| 50 stars and thirteen stripes
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| No longer wave in October nights
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| Lady liberty you’re still the one for me
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| Kickin' one back in Easty
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| Watching as all my problems pass me by
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| Well I’m doing just fine
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| You were there when the outlook was good
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| But the problems mounted up
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| And you broke like I knew you would
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| Like I knew you would |