| All the kids around my way
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| You bought that flake, get through the day
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| And I’m inside just countin' blues
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| Hiding from the TV news
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| Sex and drugs is all my pleasure
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| In this little life of leisure
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| A pretty girl, she don’t believe
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| Anything she hears or sees
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| Well, what’s the word on the street?
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| What’s the word on the street?
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| What’s the word I need to tell myself
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| 'Cause all these pills, they just ain’t helpin' me
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| I can’t think or see
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| Soon in love, we all succumb
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| You get nine lives and then you’re done
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| But here they comes, your politician
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| Stage magician, little difference
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| Well, what’s the word on the street?
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| What’s the word on the street?
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| I said, what’s the word I need to tell myself
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| 'Cause all these pills, they just ain’t helpin' me
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| Well, what’s the word on the street?
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| Ah tell me, what’s the word on the street?
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| What’s the word on street?
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| Ah tell me, what’s the word on the street?
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| What’s the word I need to tell myself
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| 'Cause all these pills, they just ain’t helpin' me
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| I can’t fight the sea
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| What’s the word I need to tell myself
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| All these pills, they just ain’t helpin' me |