| In her voice I sensed reality
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| So I walked out thru' the door
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| My sneakers suckin' up rain from the street
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| And there was nowhere to score
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| Spent that night in a park
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| Slept under a tree
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| At dawn the cops came by
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| And took a beating on me
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| And took a beating on me
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| Yeah you bet them bastards took a beating on me
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| Oh yeah!!!
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| Next day I went back to her place
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| And found my stuff lying on her stairs
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| All my records and comic books she had trashed
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| So I left it all there
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| Spent another night in the park
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| I will go back but I don’t know when
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| Smoke a cigarette and wait for the cops
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| To come back and beat me again
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| Come back and beat me again
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| Yeah you bet them pigs came back to beat me again
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| I ain’t got much but I still got pride
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| Another day and another ride
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| When will it end, I just can’t tell
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| Every day a 24 h hell
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| I ain’t got much but I still got pride
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| Another day and another ride
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| When will it end, I just can’t tell
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| Every day a 24 h hell |