Inner City Blues

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Intro:

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Going down a dirty inner city side road
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I plotted.
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Madness passed me by, she smiled: "hi!"
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I nodded
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Looked up as the sky began to cry
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She shot it.
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Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn
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A cold fact
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Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag
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Won't go back
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'Cause Papa don't allow no new ideas here
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And now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear.
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Mama, Papa, stop
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Treasure what you got
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Soon you may be caught
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Without it.
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The curfew's set for eight
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Will it ever all be straight
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I doubt it.
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7 jealous fools playing by her rules
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Can't believe her.
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He feels so in between, can't break the scene
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It would grieve her
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And that's the reason why he must cry
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He'll never leave her.
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Crooked children, yellow chalk
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Writing on the concrete walk
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Their King died
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Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down but seeing up
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Sweet red wine
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'Cause Papa don't allow no new ideas here
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And now you hear the music, but the words don't sound too clear.
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Mama, Papa, stop.
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Treasure what you got
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Soon you may be caught
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Without it.
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The curfew's set for eight
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Will it ever all be straight
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I doubt it.
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Going down a dusty, Georgian side road
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I wonder
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The wind splashed in my face
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Can smell a trace
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Of thunder
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