| Sand in my socks,
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| and tears in my eyes,
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| blood on my hands,
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| and smoke in the skies.
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| My brothers are gone
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| and i’m numb to the pain,
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| can’t pick up the phone,
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| now i’m dreamin again…
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| y’all can’t relate
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| i’m all by myself
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| where can i turn.
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| When there’s nobody else.
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| i’m back in the world.
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| And i’m livin your lie
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| i smile at the girls.
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| But i’m dying inside…
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| Where do i begin?
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| New York city.
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| The place that has become my friend
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| i’ve walked my pain
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| over your streets
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| once again
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| yet you’re always there for me
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| for me…
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| I’m on the westside.
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| And i’m down by the river
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| my dog starts to bark.
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| And the wind starts to whimper.
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| There’s not enough time
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| to leave it all behind,
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| I see all you love
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| my voice in your mind…
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| Drag the river for my soul.
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| And dust my sugar from the fold. |
| Although my sins are gettin cold.
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| Drag the river for my soul.
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| Where do i begin?
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| New York city.
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| The place that has become my friend.
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| I’ve walked my pain over your’s streets once again…
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| Yet you’re always there for me
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| Drag the river for my soul.
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| And dust my sugar from the fold
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| although my sins are gettin cold.
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| Drag the river for my soul.
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| Where do i begin?
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| New York city.
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| The place that has become my friend
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| i’ve walked my pain
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| over your streets once again…
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| yet your’e always there for me
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| …for me.
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| Where do i begin?
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| New York city.
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| The place that has become my friend
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| i’ve walked my pain
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| over your streets once again…
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| yet your’e always there for me
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| …for me. |