The neighborhood that I live in,
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I¡¯ve always seen as home.
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At certain times at the evening,
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It¡¯s like a no-go zone.
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Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend.
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And I¡¯ve got features I quite like
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And don¡¯t mind keeping.
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But I still walk the side streets home,
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Even when I¡¯m on my own.
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If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories,
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I wouldn¡¯t set a foot outside.
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You say I live in a bubble,
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I find a bubbles best.
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I don't think of the trouble
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Just turn and head due west.
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Quite light on my feet if I ever need be,
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As I zip down the street,
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No one ever sees me.
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But I still walk the side streets home,
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Even when I¡¯m on my own.
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If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories,
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I wouldn¡¯t set a foot outside.
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I¡¯m tempting fate,
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(I know, tell me about it)
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So nonchalant,
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(I know and I don't doubt it)
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I¡¯ll probably get it tommorrow.
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Till then I walk the side streets home,
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Even when i¡¯m on my own.
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If I let myself believe¡¦
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(Side streets home)
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(On my own)
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Believe...
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Side Streets
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Saint Etienne |