i watch the skyline change
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over seamless days
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from a topdeck view
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from the barricades
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where all the rudeboys and crooks
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all wear their meanest looks
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keeping the money making strictly off the books
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i watch the kids move in on the underground
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with a taste of danger and the realest sound
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i watch the yuppies buy in and try to capitalize
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on the pains and joy of a furtive mind
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tell me what to do today
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working nine to five
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i cannot live like that
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because it seems like this city's geared to breed workers
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just to keep it alive
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we get high
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we get low
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we confess what we know
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after all it won't be long till we forget about it all
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amongst this urban debris
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we learn to live like kings
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and what else can we do
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you're lucky if you got someone that cares for you
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and don't try to fit in just assume that you do
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lets get the full picture
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your point of view
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this is the sound of a thousend dreams
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impossible to over reach
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not because we don't ry but because we aren't seen
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and we don't know the meaning of prosperity
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Live Like Kings
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