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All the boys, they wander |
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Around the blocks, each evening |
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Just seeking something |
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Killing time once again |
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See them throwing pebbles |
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At the wheels of sport cars |
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And looking at the minis |
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Of girls who don't care about them |
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All the boys, they wander |
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Around the blocks, each evening |
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'Cos in the evening |
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You can't see the greyness |
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The dirty streets are shadowed |
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And the lampposts are broken |
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And you can pretend |
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That you've really gone for a walk |
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All the boys, they wander |
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Around the blocks, each evening |
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They dream of living |
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In lands of distinction |
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Staring at the empty |
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Binoculars of bottles |
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They discuss all-American |
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Motion pictures |
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All the boys, they wander |
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Around the blocks, each evening |
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Or sit along the pavement |
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Smoke joints for pleasure |
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All their efforts to flee |
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Become stronger |
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When they really can |
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It's too late |
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They can't move any longer |
