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N.Y.C.

アーティスト:Resurrection Band  アルバム:Colours 

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Out on the curbside sat a little boy whose crying caused a story to unfold, "I've no father, I've no family, it's getting dark and getting cold, I've been left here by myself and I'm alone." Oh, in a New York City project another victim sits, Her life is lost from being tossed down streets of trash and brick, It ain't nice in the city when it's time to turn the trick, When the fix is late, the pimp won't wait, and you know you're getting sick. No "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," No one to wonder who you are, We're all urchins, beggar boys, disowned. Like Jack and Jill, we've fallen down, We're bruised and battered, tarnished crowns, No water in the well to carry home.


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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