| Like a shadow in the night
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| Swallows up that city light
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| Like fire in the rain gets put out again
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| Like a weapon kept concealed
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| Explosive elements reveal
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| A criminal inside of you no ground to stand nothing to lose
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| The distribution of wealth
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| Such a f*cking scam
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| That’s why its so hard to survive in this so called promise land
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| You gotta do what you got to do to get by
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| Facilitate that permanent high
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| Smoke filled lungs inside of you
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| Its hard to dream of glory when you got something to prove
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| Sometimes were all victims of depression and unrest
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| Some people got no heart that’s just the way its always been
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| Some never find what their looking for
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| Few get what they want and fewer get more
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| Sometimes you got to cross that line
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| When you ain’t got enough to get by
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| Like an angel lost in hell
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| I walk a path i know so well
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| I feel lost in a familiar way another memory i can’t explain
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| Cos its the bottle that seems to flow
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| Through another day of the drunk unknown
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| I’m looking for a fight at 11.15 on a saturday night
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| Wake up on sunday morning
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| To the sound of breaking glass & sirens calling
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| Bricks & bottles in the street
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| Alert the police, it’s a state of emergency
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| And the traffic lights all go blinking red
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| And a voice on the radio says 'get out while you can'
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| And in the gridlock panic sets in
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| And there ain’t no engine built fast enough
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| To outride the Armageddon
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| And if you don’t give it up i’m gonna take it
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| And how long did you think you could keep me tricked?
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| I’ll be cold walking thru the backbay flinging bricks |