(Stevie Wonder)
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A boy is born in Hardtime, Mississippi
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Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
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His parents give him love and affection
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To keep him strong, movin' in the right direction
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Living just enough, just enough for the city, Yeah
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His father works some days for fourteen hours
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And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
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His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
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And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny
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Living just enough, just enough for the city
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His sister's black, but she is sho 'nuff pretty
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Her skirt is short, but Lord her legs are sturdy
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To walk to school, she's got to get up early
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Her clothes are old, but never are they dirty
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Living just enough, just enough for the city
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Her brother's smart, he's got more sense than many
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His patience's long, but soon he won't have any
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To find a job is like a haystack needle, 'cause
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Where he lives, they don't use colored people
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Living just enough, just enough for the city
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Living just enough for the city
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Living For The City
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| Bonnie Tyler |
