| Rapper standing on the corner
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| Wrappers flying in the wind
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| Waitress up from Alabama
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| Can’t believe the cold she’s in
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| And me, I’m sitting in my castle
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| On the verge of a divorce
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| And if I haven’t got a hassle
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| I’ll create my own, of course
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| Still I gotta live with my feelings
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| But I know about science too
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| And fame and death and money
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| And what they do to you
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| And I am gonna need a miracle
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| I am gonna need a miracle
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| I am gonna need a miracle
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| Tonight on Avenue B
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| I bought about a hundred candles
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| I’m burnin' em both night and day
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| I’m sleepin' when I should be eatin'
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| Cryin' when I should be gay
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| My girlfriend’s warm and loves me
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| She’s knockin' but she can’t get in
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| I’m a product of the paranoia
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| Of the age I’m in
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| And I am gonna need a miracle
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| I’m really gonna need a miracle
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| I’m really gonna need a miracle
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| Tonight on Avenue B
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| I see the students out my window
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| They’re walking in their student clothes
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| Eatin' books and information
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| To make their understanding grow
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| Well, but this much I understand
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| It’s hard to be an empty man
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| But since I gave em every part of me
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| I ain’t free
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| And I am gonna need a miracle
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| I am gonna need a miracle
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| I am gonna need a miracle
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| Tonight on Avenue B |