| We used to climb the walls
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| Of factories and shopping malls
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| Jump from roof to roof and fall
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| Off the bridge in Haverstraw
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| Church bells rang but we played deaf
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| Belts swang across our backs
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| Neighbors cursed under their breath
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| Years and years of ignorance
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| We were the brick town kids
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| The derelicts
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| The ones they wished
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| Didn’t exist
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| We were the brick town kids
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| The immigrants
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| We fought for kicks
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| With bloody fists
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| Blue collars turned grey
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| Jesus never saved the day
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| Rock & Roll paved the way
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| For the dreamers to escape
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| Alcohol flooded the streets
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| Blood brothers buried too early
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| Young lovers under the tree
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| That never grew any leaves
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| We were the brick town kids
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| The derelicts
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| The ones they wished
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| Didn’t exist
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| We were the brick town kids
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| The immigrants
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| We fought for kicks
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| With our, with our bloody, with our bloody fists
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| Sha la la la la la la la la
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| Sha la la la la la la la la
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| Sha la la la la la la la la
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| Sha la la la la la la la la
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| Sha la la la la la la la la
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| Sha la la la la la la la la
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| Sha la la la la la la la la |