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In this dirty old part of the city, |
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Where the sun refused to shine. |
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People tell me there aint no use in lyin'. |
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My little girl you're so young and pretty, |
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And one thing I know is true. |
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You'll be dead before your time is through. |
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See my daddy in bed,he's dyin' |
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You know his hair is turning gray. |
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He's been workin' and slavin' his life away |
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We gotta work |
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Work |
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We gotta work |
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Work |
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Work |
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Work |
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Work |
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We gotta get out of this place. |
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If it's the last thing we ever do. |
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We gotta get out of this place. |
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Girl there's a better life, |
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For me and you |
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In this dirty old part of the city, |
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Where the sun refused to shine. |
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People tell me there aint no use in lyin'. |
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My little girl you're so young and pretty, |
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And one thing I know is true. |
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You'll be dead before your time is through. |
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See my daddy in bed,he's dyin' |
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You know his hair is turning gray. |
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He's been workin' and slavin' his life away |
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We gotta work |
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Work |
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We gotta work |
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Work |
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Work |
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Work |
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Work |
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We gotta get out of this place. |
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If it's the last thing we ever do. |
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We gotta get out of this place. |
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Girl there's a better life, |
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For me and you |