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. That's where the line and the dark folks meet. A heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street I said, Basin Street, Basin Street. Where the elite always meet. Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
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. I was born to rage against 'em Now action must be taken. We don't need the key. We'll break in I've got no patience now. So sick of complacence now. I've got no patience now. So sick of
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My eco-system is based on hatred. My DNA remains untested. I hate the tyranny of the Sun. It always rises, always comes down. . I'm running out of fantasy. . I don't expect your sympathy. I'm
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My eco-system is based on hatred. My DNA remains untested. I hate the tyranny of the Sun. It always rises, always comes down. . I'm running out of fantasy. . I don't expect your sympathy. I'm
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Bài hát All The Rage - Allie X. Verse 1. In a cloud of mania. Taking me up, taking me up and putting me down. I had a glimpse of Eureka. Chewing me up, chewing me up and spitting me out. Pre-Chorus
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. Hey, little boy, you're a babe in arms, stay out of harm's way. Right here with me for a while, for a while, for a while. Street life, hell in the city. You got to really watch out for that street
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been right Mission Street calls out to me by name. Then hurries on before I've hardly turned my head. Promises of answers muttered underneath her breath. Like an offering of contraband misread And my
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dry. Come and lay down with monsters. Like I have and see why All parts of me all lined up in the color bar. All parts of me love you in your leotard All parts of me all lined up in the color bar
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trees in the heart of town?. Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?. Does enchantment pour out of every door?. No, it's just on the street where you live And oh, the towering feeling. Just to
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trees in the heart of town?. Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?. Does enchantment pour out of every door?. No, it's just on the street where you live And oh, the towering feeling. Just to
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Bài hát The Street Parade - The Clash. When I was waiting for your phone call. The one that never came. Like a man about to burst. I was dying of thirst Though I will never fade. Or get lost in
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disappear. And join the street parade I was in this place. The first church of the city. I saw tears on the face. The face of a visionary Though I will disappear. To join the street parade. Disappear
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whisky bar. I tell you we must die. I tell you we must die. I tell you, I tell you. I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama. We now must say goodbye. We've lost our good old mama. And must have
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song On Green Dolphin Street - Tony Bennett. It seems like a dream, yet I know it happened. A man, a maid, a kiss, and then goodbye. Romance was the theme. And we were the players. I never think of
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. You and I. we're happy to be just a part of this crazy scene. Down on the street. down. down on the street. down. . . Down on the street. down. down on the street. down. . . Tonight's the
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It seems like a dream, yet I know it happened. A man, a maid, a kiss, and then goodbye. Romance was the theme. And we were the players. I never think of this without a sigh Lover, one lovely day
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The world on your shoulders. The love of your mother. The fear of the future. The best years behind you The world is getting older. The times they fall behind you. The need it still grows
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. No one cares, everyone is guilty. * up, dunno why you poor little boy We are all of walking abortions. Shalom, shalom, we all love our children. We all are of walking abortions. Shalom, shalom
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Song Street Of Dreams - Tony Bennett. Love laughs at a king. Kings don't mean a thing. On the street of dreams. Dreams broken in two. Can be made like new. On the street of dreams. Gold, silver and
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. No one cares, everyone is guilty. * up - dunno why - you poor little boy. . We are all of walking abortions. Shalom shalom we all love our children. We all are of walking abortions. Shalom
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Bài hát Beasley Street - John Cooper Clarke. Far from crazy pavements - . the taste of silver spoons . A clinical arrangement . on a dirty afternoon . Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud . are rendered
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There's a crack up in the ceiling. And the kitchen sink is leaking. Out of work and got no money. A Sunday joint of bread and honey What are we living for?. Two-roomed apartment on the second
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War censored, no blood on tv. Cheap entertainment sold like a new deodorant. World war three, a sega dreamland. Id take a * to the funeral. . Sculpture of man. Sculpture of man. Sculpture
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lilac trees in the heart of town?. Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?. Does enchantment pour out of every door?. No, it's just on the street where you live. . And, oh, the towering
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street rat. Nothing to offer. Street rat. Snake in the grass. Street rat. Steals another meal. Street rat. But it maybe his last The look of desperation. Sure to bite the dust. His constant
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You don't know what's going on. You've been away for far too long. You can't come back. And think you are still mine. . You're out of touch my baby. My poor old-fashioned baby. I said baby
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Sometimes when I'm walking down this lonely street,. Well, it sure don't seem like twenty years,. Since I went walking down this lonely street. And the smell of perfumed ladies filled the air
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A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home. Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on. A world of violent rage. But it's one that I can recognise. Having never seen the colour of my fathers
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A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home. Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on. A world of violent rage. But it's one that I can recognise. Having never seen the colour of my fathers
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High time for nothing, there's a clock in the prison cell. Superfly sells me something, made me come out of my shell. Now I don't even have to tell you, you already know. Any map in any station
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dreamin' if I keep on believin'). I won't wake up from this dream (Street dreamin' if I keep on believin'). Street dreamin' street dreamin' I will not forget. Fixating the part of faith I've never met
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. Street life no more, I gotta show little man. What life is really about Baby, don't cry, I'll be home soon. I left a gang of money in the safe for you. Come alright, I'll make it right through. I just
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over. Come and take the pleasures of the harbor. . In the bar hangs a cloud. The whiskey's loud. There's laughter in their eyes. The lonely in disguse. Are clinging to the crowd. And the bottle
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"Children can be cruel", she said. So I smashed her in the * head. Sorry dear that's the nature of Tourette Stutter, stutter nothing else but me. I twitch and turn while underneath. My
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out of place. Our paths may cross again in some crowded bar. We feel a little lost cause we've drifted away so far. Hoping to find the right words to say. We joke a little and then go on our way
