| Well, I tried so hard but still I fall
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| Fall back down the grate below
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| And it’s been a while since I have prayed
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| But tonight I’m on my knees
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| I’m asking why, why, why me?
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| The streets is where I’s born
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| And the streets is where I’ll die
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| Until then the streets is where I’ll be
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| So keep pouring the drinks till I forget my name
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| I love my life but it gets hard
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| As I’m sure it does for us all from time to time
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| So keep living it through, I’ll keep living it too
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| I hang my head, hang it low
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| And I pray that it gets a little better down the line
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| Why? |
| Why me?
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| The streets is where I’s born
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| And the streets is where I’ll die
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| Until then the streets is where I’ll be
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| Oh, sweet mother of two, you work hard
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| So hard to keep your heads above the water
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| And although I stand on the shore with a line
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| I can’t seem to untangle it
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| From the selfish dreams of my own
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| I wish I had just a little more money
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| To help you out in the times
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| When it’s hard, so hard, so hard
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| The streets is where I’s born
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| And the streets is where I’ll die
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| Until then the streets is where I’ll be |