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Down the dirty city street,
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black-topped sneak- en on my feet,
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I raced thru ear - ly teen - age years
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and dealt with all those pain-less fears
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Wait - ing as the school - bell rang
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to drop my books and join the gang
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in alley fights and stick ball games
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when passing girls wore dirty names chorus
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Over my(your) shoulder and back thru the years
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I can see (you will see your) fathers eyes
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in my(your) memory
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saying (telling you) why Jesus died upon the cross and all was won and nothing lost
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and how the truth will set you free yeah
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and how (son) the truth will set you free
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the truth will set you free
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the truth will set you free
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the truth will set you free
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chorus
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I turned my collar, I combed my hair,
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I'd hide all the con - fu - sion there,
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when two dimes made my pock - ets ring
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I was a wealthy New York king
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Be- ing cool by the can - dy store
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i knew my world yet wanted more
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my high school colours of black and blue
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they would disturb my point of view
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chorus
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Our candy store turned shopping mall,
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and two dimes won't buy much at all,
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the boy, Ca-r-so, on ____ the street.....
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is a fa-ther now in slip - pered feet
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Who tells his...... son........
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as years go by,.....
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how gods the truth and hates a lie
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its not whats in your pockets son
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but whats in your heart that makes us one
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chorus
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the truth will set you free
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Dion Dimucci |