In the city where hunger clings to those blue lips
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In a stack of cardboard cases where you are the main figure
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In the heat of thirty you give oak, and not
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Here's a couple of bad news, like a dirty old bastard
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What are these blacks about, waiting for dirt for nonsense
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It's cold as hell here, on a leash and lead, where?
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So I figured things out, taking out a hole
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Having played your solo concert on the cross button accordion
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November, feet again so cold with asphalt,
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And I would have thrown the microphone and picked up a scalpel
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When the whole crowd yelled under the auspices of hip-hap
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Alone in a trough, a year on foot, we'll see tomorrow, yeah
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My life is slipping away
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How many more will we count these fucking "as if"?
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Until poverty ate, rhyme is maza
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There will always be a couple of lines from men in gas masks
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What drives us here, huh?
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Exceptionally Hunger
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Peace to huts, war to palaces, and I am bold and young
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Until he moved to the forefathers, not punctured with needles
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There are a couple of blacks, kid, right in your radio
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What drives us here, huh?
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Exceptionally Hunger
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Peace to huts, war to palaces, and I am bold and young
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Until he moved to the forefathers, not punctured with needles
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There are a couple of blacks, kid, right in your radio
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Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
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In the city where there is hunger, in the city where there is hunger (in the city where)
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In a city where there is hunger, it knocks on whiskey like a jackhammer
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And this sultry cold will correct it when it's stubborn, all the way
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And I pull the torrent stream
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To then sing along from the windows in unison, what went into repetitions (for repetitions)
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I always need music
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Do not delve into the silence, sitting on the smarties - this is not a buzz (this is not a buzz)
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There is leaf mania, and I have not yet come to the edge
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And these tracks are in you like a Trojan
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When around troyat, reality becomes like poison
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The outfit will not matter, the last shell in their parade (in their parade)
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And let the pirate promote us
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While there is a hole in the pocket, we are respected by the rapper
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It's a rap opera until the opera comes
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All their outposts to ram, you are warriors within the yard (within the yard)
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It's time to stretch this electorate
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Only doctors treat here, a fake world by sectors
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What drives us here?
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Exceptionally Hunger
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Peace to huts, war to palaces, and I am bold and young
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Until he moved to the forefathers, not punctured with needles
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There are a couple of blacks, kid, right in your radio
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What drives us here?
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Exceptionally Hunger
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Peace to huts, war to palaces, and I am bold and young
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Until he moved to the forefathers, not punctured with needles
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There are a couple of blacks, a kid - |