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So say one and so say all |
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Say what you gotta say or don't say nothing at all |
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You been tossin' and turnin' through soft sticky nights |
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While the Bronx below you fights to stay alive |
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So say one and so say all |
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Be what you gotta be |
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Or don't be nothing at all |
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Be gracious to your mother |
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When you leave this neighborhood |
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The change is going to do her good next to me you look bad |
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'Cos there ain't no fresh air for my momma, my momma |
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But the drop is shear |
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When you break away |
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Take me away it's just about time to hit the road |
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And say you gotta believe in something |
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It's easy to see my God is fading away |
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So pick up your Bible and pray for me |
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We're all alone in the darkness |
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But our eyes are open wide |
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We don't see nothing and our hands are tied |
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To the railings from the Bowery and the humid city slickers |
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So say one and so say all |
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We had a lot to say |
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And we said it all |
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The cost of living in dreams |
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Is rising like a crime wave |
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The American way of dying |
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The American way of dying |
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And it gets you every time |
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And it looks like it's got to my momma, my momma |
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May she rest in peace |
