| He used to think that it was neat
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| When he hung out on the street
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| Now that it’s his daily beat, he’s not so sure
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| Cause he’s come to depend
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| On a street with a dead end
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| And he’ll sell you his best friend, so he can score
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| (CHORUS
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| Boys and girls come out to play
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| The junk mans on the streets to say
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| He’ll make your dreams feel real today
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| And steal your minds tomorrow
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| Now his thoughts don’t seem so clear
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| His whole life is filled with fear
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| His habit cost him dear in every way
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| His girl can’t take the heat
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| But his friends all cross the street
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| Still the needle keeps him sweet
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| If he can pay for one more day
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| His bones have got no meat
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| He’s unsteady on his feet
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| And he doesn’t get to eat, not every day
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| What started out for kicks
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| Has become a daily fix
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| And his girlfriend’s turning tricks to pay his way
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| (CHORUS)
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| Boys and girls come out to play
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| The junk man’s on the streets to say
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| He’ll make your dreams feel real today
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| And steal your minds tomorrow |