| I live alone inside my mind
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| Everyday is the day I die
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| I go walking up the street
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| Undetected in the heat
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| With a thousand different
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| Faces passing by
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| They’re out there hanging
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| Posters of Jesus
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| On my block they’ve covered
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| Every wall. |
| Well I suppose
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| We could all use a Savior
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| So I told em to do the whole
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| City and save us all?
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| There’s a young kid wailing mad on a saxophone
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| Someone screams, «Man! |
| I dig the sound»
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| The girls around the corner can make your nights
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| A little warmer if you just let em take you down
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| But you gotta let em take you down? |
| right
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| There are some men who would lead
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| Us to destruction. |
| They deal in dirt and pain
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| And misery. |
| They talk the silver tongue, one hand on
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| A gun and spit lies at you and me
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| Most people around here got no money
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| They got chains that rain straight to drains
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| They work for somebody, who answers to somebody else
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| And nobody knows their names. |
| It’s a shame
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| Come on, come on and rise up! |
| Take somebody by the hand
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| Come on, come on and rise up! |
| All you ghosts of promised lands!
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| I’m not talking about revolution. |
| I’m not trying to make demands
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| But I want you to know, that wherever you go, you got
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| The whole wide world in your hands. |
| You got the whole wide world in
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| Your hands |