Clit 45 - The Streets | Текст песни

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No other place that I would rather be
What to some is a fucked up world is my reality

[Chorus:]
These are the streets where we go to find beer
Empty hollow streets we fight with no fear

Police sirens heard all in through the night
Downtown cops are looking for a fight

Graffiti and broken glass on the streets
Might be hell to others but it's home to me

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