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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 piece 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, now no one ever comes |
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And the poor man, he's cast as the villain and the 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 you 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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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 piece of mind in such a lonely place |