| I’d never forget those nameless years
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| Street sounds whirling through my mind
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| Trouble was often in the air
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| So we thought to forget our despair
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| Cause I’m a street player
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| And I play you a song (Play me a song, play me a song)
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| Cause my heart and soul
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| Will carry, carry on
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| City life’s the only way
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| Street corners and billiard halls
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| Was my home away
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| Lesson’s learned that still help me today
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| Cause I’m a street player
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| And I’ve seen it all (play me a song, play me a song)
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| Hit men and thieves and many a brawl
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| But as you will see I still stand tall
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| It was such a small space and time
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| I would never knew that I would find
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| A musical past for all to see exciety to ecstasy
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| I am a streetplayer
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| I am a streetplayer
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| I am a streetplayer
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| Cause I’m a street player
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| And I’ve seen it all (play me a song, play me a song)
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| But as you can see I still stand tall
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| It was such a small space and time
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| I would never knew that I would find
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| A musical past for all to see exciety to ecstasy
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| I am a streetplayer
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| I am a streetplayer
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| I am a streetplayer
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| Cause I’m a street player
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| And I’ve seen it all (Play me a song, play me a song)
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| The people love your soul
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| Don’t let them down
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| Play your guitar
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| Play that funky music, child |