| I had to compete
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| In the concrete, in the jungle
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| Had to kick and scratch
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| Stab some backs, in the jungle
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| At first I had a honest dream
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| Then the dike broke through
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| The scheme I had so gently planned
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| Soon that fell through
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| Now I’m back, back (back, back, back on the streets again)
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| I’m back, (back, back, back on the street again)
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| It’s a gold plated world
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| When you ain’t got a dime for a phone call, in the jungle
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| Makes me feel so bad
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| To be standin' in the welfare line
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| My so called friends of yesterday
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| They don’t even know my name
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| If I get a second chance
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| I do believe I’ll feel the same
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| I’m back, back (back, back, back on the streets again)
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| I’m back, (back, back, back on the street again)
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| Well I’ll sing a song
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| And then keep control of my action, in the jungle
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| Living in them streets
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| Makes a man turn death away
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| Life right now is just a dirty word
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| There’s no place for me to go
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| The look I wear up on my face
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| Let’s everybody know that
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| I’m back, back (back, back, back on the streets again)
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| I’m back, (back, back, back on the street again)
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| I’m back, (back, back, back on the street again)
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| I’m back, back, back, back (back, back, back on the streets again)
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| Makes me feel so bad
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| To be back on the streets again
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| Fell asleep in the park last night
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| Sunday paper feel uptight
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| Hope the lord now give to me
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| What’s before me imitate
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| Ridin' on this big machine
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| Back on the streets again |