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Little tramp up the strip
a hundred dollar smile
Sparks off her fingertips
the young cop wild

Some nights are so tight
Like a storm about to
stand in your doorway
When everything starts to

You get
a cat waking up at midnight

Never quite

This is our world and these are our
is our world and these are our times

Little brother a street god
With a dead attitude
Say looking like a shadow now
low on green and food

Some lives are wound up
Like a wave about to
Hard seem to multiply
While the joy runs out so

You get
Like a kid out of a bad dream

Never satisfied

is our world and these are our times
This is our and these are our times
This is our world and these are our
This is our and these are our times

way for the son of a rebel
Wired to a of flame
He's got two black and a purple heart
And a bone on a chain

These times are like
A head-on history
Some fool's bound to burn it all
Don't care you and me

He'll get
a child in the eye of a nightmare

Never satisfied

This is our and these are our times
This is our and these are our times
This is our and these are our times
This is our and these are our times

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