Lyrics
VERSE 1
I'm tired of these dirty streets - trash and concrete underneath my feet. A murder at a corner store, the fuzz are flying right on past my door.
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Mama said please, mama said please, mama said please - won't you come on home. Moving to the country, going to find a place...finally find a place of my own. Moving to the country to find that simple living that I used to have when I was young.
VERSE 2
These buildings how they rise so high, buy I can't see a single star in sight. And criminals out on the streets, their crime is only punishment to me.
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VERSE 3
A row of skinny bradford trees, placed in sidewalks, right next to the street. And people dressed in coats walk by. But I can't catch their eye, even when I try.
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