(Dr. Richard Peddicord)
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My mama told me when I was born
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She said the city is gonna be your soil
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Raise all eight children
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Work all your life
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Pray you don't die by some stranger's knife.
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You're living in the heart
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Yeah, the heart of the city
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Yeah!
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We all live on that city floor
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Winos, widows, hags, and whores
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You butcher bankers and you millionaires
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We all know what goes on down there.
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You're living in the heart
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Yeah, the heart of the city
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You're living in the heart
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Yeah, the heart of the city.
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Things get tough, I just don't care
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I let the night time take me anywhere
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Yeah, take me anywhere, I don't care, no.
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Things get rough, I just don't care
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I let the night time take me anywhere
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No, take me downtown, take me to the heart of the city, baby.
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No, you tell in your cold slip
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Your mind has snapped and your heart goes in
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You know it's real and it ain't no shit
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When you get down to the heart of it.
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You're living in the heart
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Yeah, the heart of the city
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Yeah baby, go down to the heart
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Yeah, the heart of the city
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OW!
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You're living in the heart
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Yeah, the heart of the city
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Straight from the heart
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Straight from the heart of the cityyyyyyyy!
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Heart of the City
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| Blue Cheer |
