| Born up in the city streets
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| How did she get tired of me?
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| How come you dare to dare to be different?
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| You were my
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| You had the world so
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| My folks said, «Join the bloody army,"yeah
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| Got a job at the cemetery
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| but the CME
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| My feet were bruised, my hands were bleedin'
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| Playin' guitar in the streets alone
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| Woman stared, wouldn’t leave me alone
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| God said, «Love being a vagrant,"yeah
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| Was this a rebel without reason?
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| A hot potato without coals?
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| Or was this youthful desolation?
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| So much to learn, nowhere to turn
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| Days of rage
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| Years of promise
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| Who to be like mine
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| Who to be like yours
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| Days of rage
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| Years of promise
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| Don’t let it slip by
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| Without wondering why
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| Ow!
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| Strut back aside, came out
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| The old man said I was a lazy sod
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| Runnin' 'round with thieves and runners from the West End
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| Take a piss, stay up all night
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| Told gon' start a fight
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| The beer was warm, the women freezing
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| It was a time in decisions
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| New glass, new mercy given
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| I searched for truth in words of wisdom
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| Turned back the clock, or not
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| Days of rage
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| Years of promise
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| Who to be like mine
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| Who to be like yours
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| Days of rage
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| Years of promise
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| It’ll pass you by
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| With a wink of an eye
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| The immigrants love our nation
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| We wrote on every wall and station
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| No home, no job, no expectations
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| Nothing’s changed, so who’s to blame?
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| Days of rage
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| Years of promise
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| Don’t be like mine
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| Better be like yours
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| Days of rage
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| Years of promise
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| It’ll pass you by
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| With a wink of an eye
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| Days of rage
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| Years of promise
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| Who to be like mine
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| Better be like yours
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| Days of rage
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| Years of promise
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| Don’t let it slip by
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| Without wondering why
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| Days of rage
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| Years of promise
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| Who to be like mine
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| Who to be like yours
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| Days of rage
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| Years of promise
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| Don’t let it slip by
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| Without wondering why
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Fuckin' yeah |