I'm taking the side streets
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Crusing down the alleyways
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Feeling the cool breeze
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Across my face
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I'm losing to find
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And I'm breaking to fix
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Cause I'm not fit
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To go on like this
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Music in my head
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The rhythm keeps me fed
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These sounds surround me
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In high frequencies
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There's no place like home
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There's no place like home
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Stone alone
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In the city of bastard roots
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When I'm about to go crazy
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Cause I'm still living here
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I just get my friends together
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And we dance,dance,dance
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Cause this is the state of the world
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This city tells me what it's like to live
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Hey bike messenger
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What's your name?
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Have you got the time
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To talk to me?
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Tell you what
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We'll sit on this here stoop
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And talk all about you
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We'll just keep sitting here
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Til you roll on through
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Serico he's still around
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Screwed up police ya might get found
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City crime's for city cops
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You've got to know
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The streets you rock
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The subway tells the story here
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This is the place to disappear
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I live in my open mind
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And I'll die in my open mind
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Citysong
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| Luscious Jackson |
