One kid from Brooklyn
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The other from Queens
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Met on a crosstown train
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They cut from class, and they both agreed
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A bottle down at Coney's all they need
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A handful of kicks they stashed under their belts
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But Queens stepped on Brooklyn's time
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Now a new gang's there with icy stares
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The stranger said hello and that's goodbye
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He's got more faces than the cards you drew
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You can't say spit, but you know it's true
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When it all comes down, and the deal is through
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The stranger made a buyer of me and you
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She smoked the filters, and he smoked 'em straight
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On gin and jazz they agreed
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A pack of nights, went spinnin' round
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In no time they were shacking up midtown
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A vow it would seem, to fill out that dream
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But life ain't what you think
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Cause where once stood two, there now stand three
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The stranger now divides their company
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Mr. Down On His Luck
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Living shopping cart dreams
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He works the end of my street
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With gushing words and daily dimes
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I buy myself a little peace of mind
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The workday is long
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And when night draws her shadow
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I get tired and so beat
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I passed right by the man in need
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The stranger led me faster up the street
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I thought I was in a different place
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The stranger just looked me dead in the face
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I bought his wares in stead of grace
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bought a bill of sale instead of grace
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He's got more faces than the cards you drew
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You can't say spit, you know it's true
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When it all comes down, and the deal is through
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The stranger, he made a buyer of me and you
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The Stranger
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| Royal Crown Revue |
