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Mama, tell your children not to go |
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Down to the city, where the desperate people go |
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And mama, don't let them stray |
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They won't find, peace of mind, in such a lonely place |
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Wannabes and losers, all trying to get a break |
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They don't give a damn, they'll do whatever it takes |
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If they climb the ladder, they get to play for higher stakes |
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That's why there's low life in high places |
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Mama, things have changed since you were young |
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When you scream, in the dead of night |
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Now no one ever comes |
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And a poor man, he's cast as the villan and a thief |
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See him down on the street, begging for enough to eat |
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Waiting on the corner, I saw her waiting for the man |
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When the limo pulled up I saw what was changing hands |
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I should've tried to warn her, and make her understand |
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There is low life in high places |
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There is low life, like you never even knew |
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There is low life, and it lives in me and you |
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But we don't all let it through |
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Don't let 'em go, you've got to have some pity |
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Don't you let 'em go |
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You've got to keep 'em away, from the big bad city |
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(SOLO) |
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Waiting on the corner, I saw her waiting for the man |
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When the limo pulled up I saw what was changing hands |
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I should've tried to warn her, and make her understand |
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Mama, tell your children not to go |
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Down to the city, where the desperate people go |
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And mama, don't you let them stray |
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They won't find, peace of mind in such a lonely place |
