| Walking up Broadway, face down in the wind
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| The mission bells ring as the night falls in If I had a car, man I’d fill her up and drive
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| Where the bright lights shine and the strong survive
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| You know I call myself a writer but I never get paid
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| Send letters back home, tell 'em all I got it made
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| They’re standing in line to hear the songs I write
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| Like the one about the loser singing just another night
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| It’s just another (just another)
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| It’s just another night
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| Ain’t got myself a girl, I ain’t even had a bite
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| There’s people on the west side living life right
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| But down here in this neighborhood
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| It’s just another (just another night)
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| Took the Illinois Central to the California shore
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| Looking for a life with a little bit more
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| (Little bit more)
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| But brother in one year the only pleasure I’ve found
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| Was a pretty seorita down in Tiajuana town
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| And it’s just another (just another)
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| It’s just another night
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| Ain’t got myself a girl, I ain’t even had a bite
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| There’s people on the west side living it up right
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| But down here in this neighborhood
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| It’s just another (just another night)
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| Last night I heard a shotgun firing
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| Through my house it rang
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| Local boy shot by a southside gang
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| You know there ain’t no justice
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| In the streets of the deprived
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| Just a place down on the corner
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| Where you thank God you’re alive
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| You know it’s just another
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| It’s just another night
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| Ain’t got myself a girl, I ain’t even had a bite
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| There’s people on the west side living it up right
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| But down here in this neighborhood
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| It’s just another (just another)
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| Yeah, it’s just another
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| It’s just another night
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| It’s just another night
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| Ain’t got myself a girl, I ain’t even had a bite
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| (I ain’t even had a bite)
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| There’s people on the west side living it up right
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| But down here in this neighborhood
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| It’s just another (just another night)
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| Oh, it’s just another night
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| Ain’t got myself a girl, I ain’t even had a bite
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| There’s people on the west side living life right
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| (Living life right)
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| But down here in this neighborhood
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| It’s just another
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| Well, it’s just another night |