A boy is born in hard time 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 moving in the right direction
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Living just enough, just enough for the city...ee ha!
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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... yeah!
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His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
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He spends his life walking the streets of New York City
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He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution
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He tried to vote but to him there's no solution
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Living just enough, just enough for the city...
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I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
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And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
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This place is cruel no where could be much colder
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If we don't change the world will soon be over
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Living just enough...
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For the city... ooh, ooh
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Living For The City
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| Toto |
