| Streets of the city
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| Are dirty and gritty now
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| Ain’t it a pitiful sight
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| Sing hallelujah and praise California
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| Pedestrians move to the right
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| I’m waiting here for the man with the answer
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| To ease my soul
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| I’ve got the blues so bad it can’t be true
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| Honey, I’m waiting on you
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| The people just walk
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| And the sidewalks talk
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| And everyone’s been derailed
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| Everything’s bigger than real here
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| Honey, I don’t feel too well
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| These buildings are singing the blues
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| You’ve got to use your sins
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| Honey, I’d like just
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| To meet with the righteous
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| But I don’t know where to begin
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| And the tambourine
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| It’s playing for free
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| It’s telling me trust in the Lord
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| Sing Hare Krishna or Jesus or Mithra
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| It don’t matter who anymore
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| They say got relieves
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| If I’d only believe
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| But I just can’t whore
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| Honey, I’m trying
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| To deal with the dying
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| And I can’t score
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| So here we all are
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| Waiting for God
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| Or someone who looks just like him
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| Everything’s bigger than real here
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| Honey, I just can’t win
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| They say the downtrodden shall rule
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| But ain’t it a fool likes to kneel
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| Big city news is the smalltown blues
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| Honey, it’s bigger than real |