| Well indeed you lost your friend
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| On the south side of where you live
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| Heard the call and had to leave
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| Boarded up windows burned out brick
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| Oh please don’t you get
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| A little know fact about the place you set
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| It’s always an empty plate
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| It’s just there so we don’t
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| Forget your loss and your history
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| Well indeed you found your friend
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| On the south side of where you live
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| All curled around his knees
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| Was it worse then you fret
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| The punishment you get
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| Hollow points in the concrete
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| Have you wailed for the likes of the walls and hunger strikes
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| Are you more than what you hate
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| Your fear will not fade the lines
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| That paint your face
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| It’s a black cab motorcade
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| Black cab motorcade
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| Well this one must be lost
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| At this ungodly time of day
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| A broken curfew has a cost
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| A tidy sum you’ll pay
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| Teacher won’t you teach your lesson
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| Though the young are hard to break
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| Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson
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| And the cost of school these days
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| Well indeed you found your friend
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| On the south side of where you live
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| He was up and walking again
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| And have you heard what’s happened since
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| Oh please don’t you get
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| Is there any honor outside of revenge
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| Don’t let her set another empty place
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| We swear that we won’t
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| Forget your loss and your history
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| Forget your cross and your history
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| Have you wailed for the likes of the walls and hunger strikes
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| Are you more than what you hate
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| Well your fear will not fade the lines
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| That paint your face
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| It’s a black cab motorcade
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| Black cab motorcade
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| Black cab motorcade |