| Mmm-mmm
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| I done heard the music in the concrete canyon
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| Yes, I have
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| Lonely at close of public housing blues
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| And right now the poor girl
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| Has got a bitter, bitter sweet companion, yes sir
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| And some other funky friends she did not choose, yeah
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| Pain is happening out here everyday
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| And I know it is
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| Pain, hey, is happening out here everyday, oh yeah
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| Now I don’t know
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| I don’t know what is right for the people, y’all
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| No, no
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| And all I wonder what is left of dreams that fading down
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| Now maybe how
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| Maybe how could you to sung all the people y’all right now
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| And maye we can find the answer for the minds
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Try spending
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| Try spending your understand
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| Help a neighbor
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| Help a neighbor if you can
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| Show some patience
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| Show some patience, torrent dreamer
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| And sing a song for everyman
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| Mmmmm
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| Some men won’t accept you
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| Can’t accept you as a brother, no no
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| You see, there’s certain things if eyes did not recall
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| Not at all
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| But are we? |
| I tell you
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| If there aren’t much to do for each other, no, no
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| Time makes dust and ashes all the soul
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| Try spending
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| Try spending your understand
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| Help a neighbor
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| Help a neighbor if you can
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| Show some patience
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| Show some patience, torrent dreamer
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| And sing a song for everyman
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| Here, some men can’t accept you as a brother, no, no
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| And I’m tired of hear all the music
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| All the music from the concrete canyons, oh yeah
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| Nor the echoes
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| Nor the echoes of the public housing blues, oh no |