Lyrics
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The
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Rangers
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had
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a
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homecoming
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in
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Harlem
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late
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last
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night
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And
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the
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Magic
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Rat
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drove
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his
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sleek
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machine
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Over
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the
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Jersey
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state
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line
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Barefoot
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girl
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sitting
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on
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the
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hood
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of
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a
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Dodge
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Drinking
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warm
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beer
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in
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the
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soft
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summer
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rain
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The
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Rat
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pulls
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into
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town
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rolls
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up
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his
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pants
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Together
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they
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take
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a
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stab
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at
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romance
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And
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disappear
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down
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Flamingo
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Lane
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Well
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the
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maximum
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lawman
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run
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down
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Flamingo
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Chasing
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the
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Rat
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and
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the
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barefoot
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girl
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And
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the
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kids
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round
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here
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look
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just
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like
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shadows
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Always
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quiet,
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holding
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hands
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From
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the
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churches
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to
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the
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jails
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Tonight
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all
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is
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silence
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in
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the
|
world
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As
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we
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take
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our
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stand
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down
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in
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Jungleland
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Well
|
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Lyrics
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the
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midnight
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gangs
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assembled
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And
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picked
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a
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rendezvous
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for
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the
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night
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They'll
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meet
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'neath
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that
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giant
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Exxon
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sign
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That
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brings
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this
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fair
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city
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light
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Man
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there's
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an
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opera
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out
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on
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the
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turnpike
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There's
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a
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ballet
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being
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fought
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out
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in
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the
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alley
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Until
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the
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local
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cops,
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cherry
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tops,
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rips
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this
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holy
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night
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The
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street's
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alive
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as
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Lyrics
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secret
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debts
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are
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paid
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Contact's
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made,
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they
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vanished
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unseen
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Kids
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flash
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guitars
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just
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like
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switch-blades
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Hustling
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for
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the
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record
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machine
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The
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hungry
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and
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the
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hunted
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Explode
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into
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rock
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'n'
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roll
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bands
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That
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face
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off
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against
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each
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other
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in
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the
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street
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Down
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i
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in
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Jungleland
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In
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the
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parking
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lot
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the
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visionaries
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dress
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in
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the
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latest
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rage
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Lyrics
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Inside
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the
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backstreet
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girls
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are
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dancing
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to
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the
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records
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that
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the
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DJ
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plays
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Lonely-
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-hearted
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lovers
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struggle
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in
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dark
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corners
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Desperate
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as
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the
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night
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moves
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on
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Just
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one
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look
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and
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a
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whisper,
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and
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they're
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gone
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(Epic Saxophone Solo)
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Beneath
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the
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city
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two
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hearts
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beat
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Soul
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engines
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running
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through
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a
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night
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so
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tender
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In
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a
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bedroom
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locked
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in
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Lyrics
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whispers
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Of
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soft
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refusal
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and
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then
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surrender
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In
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the
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tunnels
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uptown
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the
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Rat's
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own
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dream
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guns
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him
|
down
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As
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shots
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echo
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down
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them
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hallways
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in
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the
|
night
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No
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one
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watches
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when
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the
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ambulance
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pulls
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away
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Or
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as
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the
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girl
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shuts
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out
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the
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bedroom
|
light
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Outside
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the
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street's
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on
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fire
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in
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a
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real
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death
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waltz
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Between
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Lyrics
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what's
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flesh
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and
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what's
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fantasy
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And
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the
|
poets
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down
|
here
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Don't
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write
|
nothing
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at
|
all
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They
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just
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stand
|
back
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and
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let
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it
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all
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be
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And
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in
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the
|
quick
|
of
|
the
|
night
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they
|
reach
|
for
|
their
|
moment
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And
|
try
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to
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make
|
an
|
honest
|
stand
|
But
|
they
|
wind
|
up
|
wounded,
|
not
|
even
|
dead
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Tonight
|
in
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Jungleland
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