Down on the boulevard they take it hard
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They look at life with such disregard
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They say it can't be won
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The way the game is run
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But if you choose to stay
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You end up playing anyway
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It's okay...
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The kid's in shock up and down the block
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The folks are home playing beat the clock
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Down at the golden cup
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They set the young ones up
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Under the neon light
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Selling day for night
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It's alright...
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Nobody rides for free
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Nobody gets it like they want it to be
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Nobody hands you any guarantee
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Nobody
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The hearts are hard and the times are tough
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Down on the boulevard the night's enough
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And time passes slow
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Between the store front shadows and the street lights glow
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Everybody walks right by like they're safe or something
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They don't know...
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Nobody knows you
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Nobody owes you nothin
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Nobody shows you what they're thinking
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Nobody baby
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Hey, hey, baby
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You got to watch the street, keep your feet
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And be on guard
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Make it pay baby
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It's only time on the boulevard
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Boulevard
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Jackson Browne |