| Where the streets are paved
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| With chewing gum and beer
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| Where the wisest of men
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| Are the men you don’t ever see around here
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| Where the aftershave is killing every taste
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| Where the women forgot
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| What they got all dressed up for in the very first place
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| And when all that you need
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| Is just a little room to breathe
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| When you dance this thin, thin line
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| Oh man, you better be kind
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| And you better be kind
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| Or stop wasting, wasting my time
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| And you better be kind
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| At the age you’re sixteen, you feeling wise and old
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| And the streets of your dreams
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| Seem to be paved with sex and gold
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| Where the booze makes fools, feels so lion strong
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| When the morning time drops all it’s
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| Here you go’s, down, oh man, what have I done
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| And when all that you need
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| Is just a little room to breathe
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| When the best that you can
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| Doesn’t cut it for them
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| When all that you see
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| Is what they want you to see
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| When you dance this thin, thin line
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| Oh man, you better be kind
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| You better be kind
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| Or stop wasting, wasting my time
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| And you better be kind
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| Ooh, you better be kind |