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She don't like fashions, she don't like phonies
She don't
bomb the russians then they'll never get to you bomb
First I fell down and then I got shot up!
Yeah, my eyes are red, my dad ain't rich, my
Fresh flesh, slingin' down your streetFresh flesh, won't you eat
Don't despair,
just because it's Christmas.
Children, they're
all so gay at Chri
Getting the brush (x2)Life seems so futileGetting the brush (x2)I
You look like you fell asleep,
just sit down and beat
you say you feel close to death it seems like
Hey [x35]
i am a doctor i know what you need a
Down on South Street Philadelphia,
Out from Avenue C,
I seen it
I love livin' in the city [x2]
My house smells just
There's so many of us
There's so many of us
There's so
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