| I’m taking the side streets
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| And i’m cruising down the alleyways
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| And i’m feeling the cool breeze
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| Across my face
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| I’m losing to find
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| And i’m breaking to fix
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| Cause i’m not fit to go on like this
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| Music in my head
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| The rhythm keeps me fed
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| These sounds surround me In these in high frequencies
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| There’s no place like home
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| There’s no place like home
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| Stone alone
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| In the city of bastard roots
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| When i’m about to go crazy
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| Cause i’m still living here
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| I just get my friends together
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| And we dance, dance, dance
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| Cause this is the state of the world
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| This is the state of the world
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| This city tells me what it’s like to live
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| Hey bike messenger
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| What’s your name?
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| Have you got the time
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| To talk to me?
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| Tell you what.
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| We’ll sit on this here stoop
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| And talk all about you
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| We’ll just keep sitting here
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| Til you roll on through.
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| Cause this is the state of the world x8
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| Serpico he’s still around
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| Screwed up police ya might
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| Get found
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| City crime’s for city cops
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| You’ve got to know
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| The streets you rock
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| The subway tells the story here
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| This is the place to disappear
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| Cause this is the state of the world x13
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| And i’ll die in my open mind
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| I live in my open mind
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| And i’ll die in my open mind
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| I live in my open mind
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| And i’ll die in my open mind
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| I live in my open mind
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| And i’ll die in my open mind |