I SIT HERE EVERYDAY, WATCHIN’ YOU RUSH AWAY
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I WRITE DOWN WHAT YOU WEAR
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WORDS IN PROSE OF SKIRTS AND SUITS
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IN BLUES AND GREYS, SUCH BAD TASTE
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YOUR RUNNIN’ WHEN IT RAINS,
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TOO LATE TO CATCH THE TRAIN
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THE WORK JUST HAS TO WAIT
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MOST OF YOU I’VE LEARNED TO RECOGNIZE BY SIGHT
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AS YOU WALK BY
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I WRITE IT DOWN IN RHYMES ABOUT YOUR BUSY LIVES
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INVISIBLE TO YOU, A MIRROR OF THE EDGES OF SOCIETY
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RICH IN POVERTY
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I’M THE OUTSIDER, THE OBSERVER
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THE OUTCAST, THE WORD CONSERVER
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I’M INSPIRED BY THE STREETS
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SOME DAY IT WILL BE IN MY BIOGRAFFITI
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I’M JUST RECITIN’ MY STREET POETRY
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MIGHT MEAN NOTHIN’ MUCH TO YOU,
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BUT IT’S THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME
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I’M JUST RECITIN’ MY STREET POETRY
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MIGHT MEAN NOTHIN’ MUCH TO YOU,
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BUT IT’S THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME
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NOTHIN’ MUCH TO YOU,
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BUT IT’S THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME
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THAT GUY HAS GOT A MORTGAGE
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AND CHILDREN, BET THEY’RE GORGEOUS
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BUT AS I READ HIS EYES I KNOW HE’S UNHAPPY
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WITH HIS GREEDY WIFE AND HIS DAILY LIFE
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I’VE SEEN THE GREY MASSES, SLAVES TO HIGHER CLASSES
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SOMEDAY SOMEWHERE SOMEHOW
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SOMEONE WILL RELEASE MY BOOK OF POETRY
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OR AT LEAST A PIECE
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I’M THE OUTSIDER, THE OBSERVER
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THE OUTCAST, THE WORD CONSERVER
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I’M INSPIRED BY THE STREETS
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SOME DAY IT WILL BE IN MY BIOGRAFFITI
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I’M JUST RECITIN’ MY STREET POETRY
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MIGHT MEAN NOTHIN’ MUCH TO YOU,
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BUT IT’S THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME
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I’M JUST RECITIN’ MY STREET POETRY
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MIGHT MEAN NOTHIN’ MUCH TO YOU,
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BUT IT’S THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME
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NOTHIN’ MUCH TO YOU,
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BUT IT’S THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME
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RECITIN’ MY STREET POETRY
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I’M JUST A WRITER OF STREET POETRY
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MIGHT MEAN NOTHIN’ MUCH TO YOU
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BUT IT’S EVERYTHING TO ME
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Street Poetry
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| Hanoi Rocks |
