I was nothing. It didn't matter to me.
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Ah, there were tags all over my sleeve.
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There was water outside the windows
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and children in the streets [ ] rats with tags.
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Ain't got a passport.
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Ain't got my real name.
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Ain't got a chance, sport, at fortune and fame.
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And I walk these endless streets, won't you give me a lift.
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A lift. A lift. On your citizen ship.
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They were rioting in Chicago, movement in L.A.
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Sixty-eight it broke up the yardbirds.
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We were broke as well.
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Took it underground, M.C. borderline, up against the wall.
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The wall. The wall.
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Show your papers, boy.
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Citizen ship we got mem'ries.
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Stateless, they got shame.
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Cast adrift from the citizen ship,
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lifeline denied, exiled this castaway.
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Blind alley in New York City, in a foreign embrace.
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If you're hungry you're not too particular about what you'll taste.
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Men in uniform gave me vinegar, spoon of misery.
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But what the hell, I fell, I fell.
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It doesn't matter to me.
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Citizen ship we got mem'ries
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Citizen ship, we got pain.
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Cast adrift from the citizen ship,
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lifeline denied, exiled this castaway.
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I was caught like a moth with its wings outta sync.
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Cut the chord. Overboard. Just a refugee.
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Lady liberty, lend a hand to me, I've been cast adrift.
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Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift.
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On the citizen ship we got mem'ries
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Citizen ship, we got pain.
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Lose your grip on the citizen ship,
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you're cast, you're cast away.
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On the citizen ship you got mem'ry.
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Citizen ship you got pain.
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Citizen ship you got identity.
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A name. A name. A name...
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What's your name, son?
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What's your name?...
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What's your name?
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[ ]
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Nothing. I got nothing.
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[ ] Jersey.
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Give me your tired, your poor
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Give me your huddled masses
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your wartorn [ ]
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Give me your wartorn and your [ ]
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Lift up your [ ] unto me.
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Ah, mythology.
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Citizen Ship
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| Patti Smith |
