| Caught between the twisted stars
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| The plotted lines the faulty map
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| That brought Columbus to New York
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| Betwixt between the East and West
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| He calls on her wearing a leather vest
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| The earth squeals and shudders to a halt
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| A diamond crucifix in his ear
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| Is used to help ward off the fear
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| That he has left his soul in someone’s rented car
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| Inside his pants he hides a mop
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| To clean the mess that he has dropped
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| Into the life of lithesome Juliette Bell
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| And Romeo wanted Juliette
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| And Juliette wanted Romeo
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| And Romeo wanted Juliette
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| And Juliette wanted Romeo
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| Romeo Rodriguez squares
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| His shoulders and curses Jesus
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| Runs a comb through his black pony-tail
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| He’s thinking of his lonely room
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| The sink that by his bed gives off a stink
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| Then smells her perfume in his eyes
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| And her voice was like a bell
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| Outside the street were steaming the crack
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| Dealers were dreaming
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| Of an Uzi someone had just scored
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| I betcha I could hit that light
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| With my one good arm behind my back
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| Says little Joey Diaz
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| Brother give me another tote
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| Those downtown hoods are no damn good
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| Those Italians need a lesson to be taught
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| This cop who died in Harlem
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| You think they’d get the warnin'
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| I was dancing when his brains run out on the street
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| And Romeo had Juliette
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| And Juliette had her Romeo
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| And Romeo had Juliette
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| And Juliette had her Romeo
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| I’ll take Manhattan in a garbage bag
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| With Latin written on it that says
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| «it's hard to give a shit these days»
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| Manhattan’s sinking like a rock
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| Into the filthy Hudson what a shock
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| They wrote a book about it
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| They said it was like ancient Rome
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| The perfume burned his eyes
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| Holding tightly to her thighs
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| And something flickered for a minute
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| And then it vanished and was gone |