| I’ve been breaking out of here
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| Since that tag came off my wrist
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| Under flags of inconvenience
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| Clinched my teeth and clenched my fist
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| Put everyone who dared to care
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| Found bitter in the sweet
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| Pissed all my faith against the wall
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| Down on Damascus Street
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| Never turned a deal down
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| Too handy on my feet
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| Harder than a dead run
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| Down on Damascus Street
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| Ooh down on Damascus Street
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| Ooh down on Damascus Street
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| But fate’s a cruel master
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| And fear’s a worthy foe
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| And one too many shadows
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| Told me I had to go
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| Kids like me don’t end up here
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| A foreign fighting man
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| A Hellhole filled with strangers
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| Forgetting all I am
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| Jean Jacques isn’t getting up
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| That blade went in too deep
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| Drawn on everything I learned
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| Down on Damascus Street
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| Ooh down on Damascus Street
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| Ooh down on Damascus Street
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| Before they close this city off
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| Before the lights turn blue
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| Before they turn the dogs out
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| Before the day is new
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| Ghosted over borders
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| Scared of all I’d meet
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| I’d sell my soul to make it home
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| Back on Damascus Street
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| Peruvian soil stole innocence
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| Cocoa forced defeat
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| Left me dead in all but name
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| Down on Damascus Street
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| Oooh down on Damascus Street
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| Oooh down on Damascus Street
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| Oooh down on Damascus Street
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| Oooh down on Damascus Street |