| On the side of the road
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| You walk with your head low
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| You were hiding on the brick sand buildings
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| When you left your door
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| You roam around the streets with no clue
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| There’s no hope, you don’t know what to do
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| And you pray when the sun goes down
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| You’re hoping ain’t through
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| Here we go, we gettin' low
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| Here we go, we gettin' low
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| Here we go, we gettin' low
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| Here we go, we gettin' low
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| You almost died on the street
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| But you were quick on your feet
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| You were lying in the sand all day
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| With nowhere to be
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| You get sick as the days go by
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| And if you knew how to, you would cry
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| But I know that you won’t give up
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| Till you see a smile
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| Here we go, we gettin' low
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| Here we go, we gettin' low
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| Here we go, we gettin' low
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| Here we go, we gettin' low
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| Why won’t somebody take me home?
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| Don’t wanna disappear and turn to a ghost
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| Getting scared every minute I get lost
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| But I hope you hold me for long
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| Here we go, we gettin' low
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| Here we go, we gettin' low
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| Here we go, we gettin' low
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| Here we go, we gettin' low |