| Oh, a hot summer’s night you can feel the heat
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| Lying in the shadows, another casualty
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| Walking a high wire where angels fear to tread
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| So scared and alone, out of his head
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| This back street, it takes lives
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| This shooting gallery’s a fool’s paradise
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| You’re playing Russian Roulette
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| And it’s your turn next
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| You’d better watch your step
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| 'Cos you’re walking on a fine line
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| Better show some respect
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| 'Cos there won’t be a next time
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| You’re pushing your luck
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| Walking a one way street, oh
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| No one walks away from Crack Alley
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| Oh, the deeper the cut the deeper the scar
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| When you’re lying there too far gone
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| You know you’ve gone too far
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| Lying in the gutter, is that how it’s gonna end
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| If you’ve still got a chance
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| You’d better take it while you can
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| This back street, it takes lives
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| This shooting gallery’s a fool’s paradise
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| You’re playing Russian Roulette
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| And it’s your turn next
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| You’d better watch your step
|
| 'Cos you’re walking on a fine line
|
| Better show some respect
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| 'Cos there won’t be a next time
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| You’re pushing your luck
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| Walking a one way street, oh
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| No one walks away from Crack Alley
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| This back street, it takes lives
|
| This shooting gallery’s a fool’s paradise
|
| You’re playing Russian Roulette
|
| And it’s your turn next
|
| You’d better watch your step
|
| 'Cos you’re walking on a fine line
|
| Better show some respect
|
| 'Cos there won’t be a next time, oh
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| You’re pushing your luck
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| Walking a one way street, oh
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| No one walks away from Crack Alley
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| Crack Alley |