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Down on the boulevard they take it hard |
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They look at life with such disregard |
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They say it can't be won |
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The way the game is run |
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But if you choose to stay |
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You end up playing anyway |
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It's okay-- |
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The kid's in shock up and down the block |
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The folks are home playing beat the clock |
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Down at the golden cup |
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They set the young ones up |
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Under the neon light |
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Selling day for night |
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It's alright-- |
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Nobody rides for free |
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Nobody gets it like they want it to be |
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Nobody hands you any guarantee |
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Nobody |
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The hearts are hard and the times are tough |
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Down on the boulevard the night's enough |
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And time passes slow |
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Between the store front shadows and the street lights glow |
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Everybody walks right by like they're safe or something |
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They don't know-- |
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Nobody knows you |
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Nobody owes you nothin |
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Nobody shows you what they're thinking |
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Nobody baby |
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Hey, hey, baby |
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You got to watch the street, keep your feet |
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And be on guard |
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Make it pay baby |
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It's only time on the boulevard |
