18 lyrics for "Walkin' the streets"
See how I miss you? See how I miss you? (hey you, hey you) Rays of the moon make magic in the streets of the city All the people get strange but their faces look so pretty All the walking graffiti, survivalist bums Even the secret police shout that
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You're in danger I've escaped Had wild dreams Walkin' the streets Hell we were young Never looked back So we took our dreams
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"Black folks can't never have no fun!" These streets be walking down the avenue (Crazy!) From Hollywood to South Central! These streets be, crazy! Long Beach to Compton! Always up to no good! Cra
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Surprise surprise Yesterday is yesterday And lies they lied You don't have to love this town Walking through these empty streets This town is dead Rain is coming harder now upon your head You can't get far enough away
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The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama stop breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down
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We are on the march of the damned Of the damned March of the damned Can't stop us They don't know why Can't hurt us We'll never die We're walking, the streets
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Every time you drop a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, I'm walking through your streets Where all your money's earning Where all your buildings crying And clueless neckties working Revolving fake lawn houses Housing all your
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"Black folks can't never have no fun!" These streets be walking down the avenue (Crazy!) From Hollywood to South Central! These streets be, crazy! Long Beach to Compton! Always up to no good! Cra
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I’m fairly local, I’ve been around I’ve seen the streets you're walking down I’m fairly local, good people now It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional Yo, this song will never be on the radio Even if my clique were to pick
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