Hey have you heard the news?
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Somebody stole my shoes
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And I can smell the booze
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How indiscreet
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And though I had a plan
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After that thief outran
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Into another man
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Who had no feet
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I swear to god that day
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That guy with no feet say
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¡°You got to walk my way¡±
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¡°That¡¯s how it¡¯s planned¡±
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That¡¯s when I thought, ¡°good grief¡±
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J-Just ain¡¯t my belief
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Until I saw the holes
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Inside his hand
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Street Jesus
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Street Jesus
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Come on, come on, what you think about life?
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Demon in heaven gotta carry a knife
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You said to me, ¡°no, that ain¡¯t the plan¡±
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With a smile on his face and the holes in his hand
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Wise man tell ya what they¡¯re reading from a scroll
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But things kinda change when the story gets told
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They tell it like it is to everybody they meet
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Just to sing it in the church what they¡¯re preaching in the street
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Placate and vacate your mind
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Too late to make hate you¡¯ll find
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Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus
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Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus
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Good God Almighty, s¡¯posed to be about love
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You must¡¯ve wished upon me by kissing the glove
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I¡¯m a high-stepping lover, sharp as a knife
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I¡¯m a pink flamingo on a great long life
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A wise man, poor man, beggar man too
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You bet your bottom dollar but whatcha gonna do?
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I can make up daylight jealous of the night
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I try to play the game but I never get it right!
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Placate and vacate your mind
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Too late to make hate you¡¯ll find
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When you wonder what¡¯s up
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With your half empty cup
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Say tell him ¡°don¡¯t give up,
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¡°Reach for the stars¡±
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You think you¡¯re so street wise
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Just pray and close your eyes
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Until we colonize
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The moon and stars
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But wouldn¡¯t it be great
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If we could wipe the slate
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When we all live in hate
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And all this fear
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So please don¡¯t call me ¡°sir¡±
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If you¡¯re whole life¡¯s a blur
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And Mr. Bartender
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Another beer
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Sometimes it¡¯s hard trying to keep up the pace
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The train kept a rollin¡¯ when you¡¯re trying to win the race
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If you don¡¯t believe me, wanna stay in the game
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You gotta know who from the heavens came
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They tell it like it is to everybody they meet
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Cause they¡¯re singing in the church what they¡¯re preaching in the street
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If you wanna give ¡®em hell then you tell it from the steeple
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But I¡¯d rather be a priest so I can scream it to the people
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Placate and vacate your mind
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Too late to make hate you¡¯ll find
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You won¡¯t get too many tries
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Love is the love of my life
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Street Jesus
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Street Jesus
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Street Jesus
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Street Jesus
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Street Jesus
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Street Jesus
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Street Jesus
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| Aerosmith |
