| Down on the boulevard they take it hard
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| They look at life with such disregard
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| They say it can’t be won
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| The way the game is run
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| But if you choose to stay
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| You end up playing anyway
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| It’s okay--
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| The kid’s in shock up and down the block
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| The folks are home playing beat the clock
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| Down at the golden cup
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| They set the young ones up Under the neon light
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| Selling day for night
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| It’s alright--
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| Nobody rides for free
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| Nobody gets it like they want it to be
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| Nobody hands you any guarantee
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| Nobody
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| The hearts are hard and the times are tough
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| Down on the boulevard the night’s enough
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| And time passes slow
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| Between the store front shadows and the street lights glow
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| Everybody walks right by like they’re safe or something
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| They don’t know--
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| Nobody knows you
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| Nobody owes you nothin
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| Nobody shows you what they’re thinking
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| Nobody baby
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| Hey, hey, baby
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| You got to watch the street, keep your feet
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| And be on guard
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| Make it pay baby
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| It’s only time on the boulevard |