| It depends on who is looking at the tenement walls
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| Whether he’s coming home or passing through
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| You can walk the streets and find so much to criticize
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| But that would be the easy thing to do
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| 'Coz there’s beauty in the concrete
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| If you see it with your heart
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| The sidewalks only hurt you
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| If you hate them from the start
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| This is a song not necessarily sweet
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| I’ll pass it on to folks that I never will meet
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| And if my words don’t make history
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| Just call it hardcore poetry
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| You can blame the world if troubles come and knock at your door
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| Let your weakness cut you down to size
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| If you find some fault with everything surrounding you
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| Maybe it’s your narrow-minded eyes
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| 'Coz there’s music in the city
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| If your ear is to the ground
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| Only nonbelievers
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| Never hear a single sound
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| This is a song not necessarily sweet
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| I’ll pass it on to folks that I never will meet
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| And if my words don’t make history
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| Just call it hardcore poetry
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| This is a song not necessarily sweet
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| I’ll pass it on to folks that I never will meet
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| If my words don’t make history
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| Just call it hardcore poetry |