| At night I walk this stinkin street
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| Past the crazies on my block
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| And I see the same old faces
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| And I hear that same old talk
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| And Im searching for the latest thing
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| A break in this routine
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| Im talkin some new kicks
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| Ones like you aint never seen
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| This is home
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| This is meanstreet
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| Its our home
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| The only one I know
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| And we dont worry bout tomorrow
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| Cause were sick of these four walls
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| Now whatd ya think is nothing
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| Might be something after all
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| Now you know this aint no through street
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| The end is dead ahead
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| The poor folks play for keeps down here
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| Theyre the living dead
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| Come on down
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| Down to meanstreet
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| Theyre dancing now
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| Out on meanstreet
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| Its always here and now, my friend
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| It aint once upon a time
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| Its all over but the shouting
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| Ill come and Ill take whats mine
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| Were searching for the latest thing
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| A break in this routine
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| Talkin some new kicks
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| Ones like you aint never seen
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| This is home
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| This is meanstreet
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| Its our home
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| Only one I know
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| (this is home) see, a gun is real easy
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| (this is meanstreet) in this desperate part of town
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| (this is home) turns you from hunted into hunter
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| (this is meanstreet) go and hunt somebody down
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| (this is home) but hear me now, somebody said «fair warning, lord !»
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| (this is meanstreet) lord, strike that poor boy down |