| This tumble down street’s just a run down street
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| Ringing with the clatter of restless feet
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| They’re kicking in the windows on gottingen street
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| Just to steal the quiet for the night
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| In the morning there will be no pain
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| Just a drug coursing through the veins
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| Of the ones who give and take the blame
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| For living on the wrong side of the tracks
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| Broken windows go with broken homes
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| Broken hearts on faces of stone
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| The street’s filled with people all alone
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| All alone and all together on gottingen street
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| The neon lights can’t take away
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| The many different shades of grey
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| That reach from the shadows to where children play
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| In gutters that run with ruin
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| I’m looking down from the second floor
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| At the sally anne and the tv store
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| Insurance salesmen going door to door
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| It looks like business is booming
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| See that twisted old figure used to be a man
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| Squeezing the juice out of lysol cans
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| Livin' in the doorways of shadowland
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| Just another extra on the set
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| Winter’s cruel in this part of town
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| The snow’s piled dirty all around
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| The weak fall prey with defences down
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| Down, down on gottingen street |