He used to think that it was neat
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When he hung out on the street
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Now that it's his daily beat, he's not so sure
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Cause he's come to depend
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On a street with a dead end
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And he'll sell you his best friend, so he can score
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Boys and girls come out to play
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The junk mans on the streets to say
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He'll make your dreams feel real today
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And steal your minds tomorrow
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Now his thoughts don't seem so clear
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His whole life is filled with fear
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His habit cost him dear in every way
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His girl can't take the heat
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But his friends all cross the street
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Still the needle keeps him sweet
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If he can pay for one more day
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His bones have got no meat
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He's unsteady on his feet
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And he doesn't get to eat, not every day
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What started out for kicks
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Has become a daily fix
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And his girlfriend's turning tricks to pay his way
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Boys and girls come out to play
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The junk man's on the streets to say
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He'll make your dreams feel real today
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And steal your minds tomorrow
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Come Out To Play
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| UB40 |
