| Leave me hopeless
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| The streets of piss are your concern
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| My bypass
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| So no one here to complain
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| Get up
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| Get up
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| Get up
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| I’m taking your war to be the social
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| Now
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| The streets are my home
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| The street is my home
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| These streets are my own
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| The streets are my home
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| The street is my home
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| The streets are my home
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| The street is my own
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| I’m dying alone
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| (Disown me, erase me, it’s just too hard to face me
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| My misery makes you happy now
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| Spit on me, you ain’t me, it’s just too hard to face me
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| To face that we’re the same somehow
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| What is what dios what makes us our power)
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| Swim with grandes
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| No tece libre come on
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| Rape the body
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| I’m only hearing complaints
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| Shut up
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| Shut up
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| Shut up
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| I’m taking your war to be the social
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| Now
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| The streets are my home
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| The street is my home
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| The streets are my own
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| I’m dying alone
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| The streets are my home, the street is my home, these streets are my own,
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| the streets are my home
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| The streets are my home, the street is my home, these streets are my own,
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| the street is my home
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| These streets are my own, the street is my home, the streets are my home,
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| the street is my home
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| The street is my home, the streets are my own, the street is my own,
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| I’m dying alone…
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| Is there no place to find the way? |
| (so find it now) there is no where to find
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| an end (find an end)
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| I have no love, I am no one. |
| Now no one. |
| So shut your mouth I’ll die alone
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| I’ll die alone, I’ll die alone, I’ll die alone, alone… |