Now, I see you looking lost
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and he sits on his seat
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but, don¡¯t you walk on my street baby
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you can hear Lupita scream
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The river¡¯s got your forehead darling
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it spies your city scene
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that city shines when you¡¯re away
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it can¡¯t hear Lupita scream
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Yeah, but would be such a fool
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to rely on his dreams
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while New York houses pain and boredom
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in between the seas
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Their taxis, man, have been following you
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they chase you down the street
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your cross builds a cross in the center of town
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it looks like a Christmas Tree
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Well, the docks they went on strike again
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it¡¯s you, they don¡¯t want to see
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they said they¡¯d rather get high
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then hear Lupita Scream [than]
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You need some warmth and relaxation
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with the salesman of your dreams
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but, don¡¯t you walk on my street baby
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you can hear Lupita Scream
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Lupita Screams
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The Gun Club |