| On the streets that go by number
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| Still can’t figure out how to get home
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| There is no life lines only dead lines
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| Sure picked a fine time to be born
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| First you taste it then you’re wasted
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| By the time you’re almost 16 years old
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| Everything used to be so simple
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| Like the beating of a heart
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| Dedicated to my little darling
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| Right until the day we’d part
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| There’s fist on the door
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| I can hear it knocking
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| Gotta check it out
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| Beyond a shadow of a doubt
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| There’s something heavy going down
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| And there’s more to it than a pistol and a gun
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| Something heavy going down
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| On a midnight operation when the searchlights, make your skin crawl
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| My reaction to the action is
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| I don’t wanna be doing this at all
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| Breaking rules that are made in schools
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| That teach you how to be successful
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| Used to be so simple
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| Like the beating of a heart
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| Dedicated to my little darling
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| Right until the day we’d part
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| There’s fist on the door
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| I can hear it knocking
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| Gotta check it out
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| Beyond a shadow of a doubt
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| And there’s more to it than a pistol and a gun
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| There’s something going down, something heavy going down
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| There’s more to it than a rocket and a bomb
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| There’s something going down, something heavy going down
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| And there’s more to it than a pistol and a gun
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| There’s something going down down down down yeah
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| Something going down |