| Sleep like a baby,
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| My little lady.
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| Dream 'till the sunrise, creeps into your eyes,
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| Dream 'till the sunrise turns on the day.
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| In the avenues and alleyways,
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| While you sleep there’s a whole world coming alive.
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| Abel and his brother, fighting one another,
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| In and out of every dive.
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| The avenues and alleyways
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| Where the strong and the quick alone can survive,
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| Look around the jungle, see the rough and tumble,
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| Listen to a squealer cry.
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| Then a little later, in the morning paper,
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| Read about the way he died.
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| Wake up my pretty,
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| Go to the city.
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| Stay through the daytime, safe in the sunshine,
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| Stay 'till the daytime turns into night.
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| The avenues and alleyways
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| Where a man’s gotta' workout which side he’s on.
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| Anyway he chooses, chances are he loses,
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| No-one get’s to live too long.
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| The avenues and alleyways
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| Where the soul of a man is easy to buy,
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| Everybody wheelin', everbody dealin',
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| All of the low are living a high.
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| Every city’s got 'em, can we ever stop 'em?
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| Some of us. |
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| are gonna try. |