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a chorus of car alarms, shoes on the powerlines |
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young kids stealing cars and having switchblade fights |
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two little kids out selling lemonade in the sun |
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if you want them raised right you I guess you start them young |
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a homeless woman walking around in the snow |
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tired father at the bus stop hey bus driver take him home |
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boy down at the corner store copping some smokes |
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in a sea of perfect stripes it's hard to stay afloat |
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Well the urgency |
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oh man I feel it in the streets |
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all the people they're rhyming |
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they're stomping their feet |
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got the shake of the grass roots beat |
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there's a preacher down on 24th and farnam street |
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where the shattered glass is lying always glittering |
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and a prostitute with money spilling out her hands |
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both screaming about some high tide rising |
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a protester's sandwich board in the park |
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said you know the world is big and got a loose heart |
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you've only got what you've just polished clean |
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so you either start screaming or start singing |