| The gangster came to see by boy
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| When I was working nights to pay one more bill
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| He promised the kid a sweeter life
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| Said, «Gotta understand it’s dog eat dog out there»
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| Well I looked in his room when I got home
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| And underneath the covers found a loaded gun
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| He looked at me with empty eyes
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| He said, «It's time for me to be moving on»
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| Dirty city, this is a dirty town
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| Where’s the pity, I can’t move on up to higher ground
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| I spoke to my woman the other day
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| She said, «I need more cash we can’t pay our way»
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| She said, «Everything gets really hard
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| And I need something sweet, don’t you understand?»
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| The roar of the train runs by my room
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| And on these summer nights I can’t sleep anymore
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| I walk in the streets to greet the dawn
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| Or stay at home all night and stare at the floor
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| Dirty city, this is a dirty town
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| Where’s the pity, I can’t move on up to higher ground
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| Dirty city, this is a dirty town
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| Where’s the pity, I can’t move on up to higher ground
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| Help me now
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| Move on to a higher ground
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| Help somehow
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| Make a move to a higher ground
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| Won’t you help somehow
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| Make a move to a higher ground
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| Won’t you help somehow
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| I need a little help…
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| Dirty city, this is a dirty town
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| Where’s the pity, I can’t move on up to higher ground… |