| There’s a man
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| Living on the kind of street that makes you wonder
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| Got a face that tells the life of city thunder
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| Here’s the man
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| In his hand
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| Is a gun that says he doesn’t need a reason
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| And there’s no-one gonna take away the freedom
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| In his hand
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| He’s a bad mistake
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| Got no heart to hate
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| Got a mind that can
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| He’s a fighter’s fighting man
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| He’s got style
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| Got a reputation no-one dares to question
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| Gives you promises if you should ever mention
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| He’s got style
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| Got a road
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| Stretches straight between the eyes of any hero
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| Through the heart of many fools who try it’s zero
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| Down the road
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| Fighter’s fighting man
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| He’s got arms of steel
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| He’s got hands that kill
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| Got a mind that can
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| He’s a fighter’s fighting man |