| I was feeling hungry
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| I didn’t have no money, no But I was like you’d say «off the hook»
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| And sometimes it hit me quite hard
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| Started searching
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| For what I don’t know
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| I suppose I started searching
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| Searching for money and fame
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| Yes I wild, wild, wild, wild
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| Through the night sometimes
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| Blind, blind, blind until it was light
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| But it was my life
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| I got prostituted
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| I just had to get some money, why know
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| But let me tell you
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| The more I got the faster it went
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| Sometimes there in the danger
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| Of not getting paid
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| (But) Sometimes I was out all night
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| Offering the service I gave
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| Yes I was, yes I was wild, wild, wild, wild
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| Through the night sometimes
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| Blind, blind, blind until it was light
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| Cafe Avenue. |
| I’m comin' back to you once more
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| To see the same old fools and freaks
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| Sitting at the same old tables (yeah)
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| Cafe Avenue, I’m comin' back to you once more
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| You still remember how bad (bad)
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| Things were once before
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| It makes no difference how you are
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| It makes no difference how you look
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| In the Cafe Avenue
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| But now I’ve found a shelter
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| And things have turned out much better, yeah
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| Oh let me tell you
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| Nowadays
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| It’s so easy to look back |