All up and down the boulevard
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All the boys are looking hot
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Tryina score, tryina make a pass
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Anything at all, don't have to last
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Angel, she's afraid now
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She don't know about the street guys
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She don't know how to hurt you deep
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Let her play for keeps
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Cut you like a knife, angel
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When you survive
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Cut you like a knife, angel
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Street life
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Blue hard hands and car trucks
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Hustlers, lovers, come out the dark
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They all know, and it's a fact
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Angel, you better stand back
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Sun cools down, the street come to life
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Here come the boys with all the drive
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Anyone can do this
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They don't really care,
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They cut you like a knife, angel
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When you survie
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Cut you like a knife, angel
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Street life
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All up and down the boulevard
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All the boys are looking hot
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Tryina score, tryina make a pass
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Anything at all, don't have to last
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Cut you like a knife, angel
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When you survive
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Cut you like a knife, angel
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Street life
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Cut you like a knife, angel
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When you survive
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Cut you like a knife, angel
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Street life.
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Angel
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| Eric Clapton |
