| Late night in the tenderloin
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| Didn’t get home until 3 in the morning
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| Kind of mellow and my mind’s just wandering
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| Outside the rain is falling
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| But I feel alright
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| I think I’ll make it through another night
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| My body’s been stolen but my mind is my own
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| You got to work so hard to keep it all in control
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| And don’t talk to the judge you won’t get no pity
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| Sometimes you gotta take what you need in the city
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| And I don’t want to disturb you
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| I’m the microphone burglar
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| Work all damn day and I’m taxed
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| Gotta get mine back cause my brain’s been hijacked
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| Same four walls but you can’t leave
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| The streets got no pity when you dream
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| Another scream outside of my window
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| But I ain’t worried cause the front door’s locked
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| I may not be the fastest runner but believe me
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| When the shit starts flying I’m the first one leaving
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| It’s so easy to get caught with your hand in the jar
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| They leave bottles out but they’re watching the bar
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| And if you push back they’ll push harder
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| Gotta keep your head above emotional slaughter
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| And I don’t want to make you alarmed
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| But I’m lyrically armed
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| 5:30 and the sky is clearing
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| I close my blinds and I finish my beer
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| And it’s one more night behind me
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| One more day is dawning in the city
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| And I feel alright
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| Looks like I made it through another night
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| My love is yours but my pain is my own
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| Take what I need and I’m gone |