| Can you hear it in your streets?
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| Talk so cheap like tumbledown
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| Empty words and dirty deeds
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| Words so deep we all could drown
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| Promise of a world so fine
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| A picture-postcard pepperdine
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| And all you have to do is sign
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| Upon that dotted line
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| Take the word of one who knows
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| Hear it comes, there it goes
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| Get yourself out while you can
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| Save you from the running man
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| I’ll decide what I believe
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| No-one's gonna change me now
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| And I’ll say how I live this life
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| You’re not gonna tell me how
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| Promise of a world so fine
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| No more drugs, an end to crime
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| Don’t you see for folks like mine
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| Your ways have had their time
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| Heaven help the chosen few
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| You best start prayin' that it’s not you
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| Get your kids out while you can
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| Save them from the running man
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| Take your vision some place else
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| Give to them your tired tale
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| Can’t you hear those ringing bells?
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| Can’t you see your bread is stale?
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| Promise of a world so fine
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| Angels drinking turpentine
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| Don’t you know we know that line
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| We’ve heard it all before
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| Close your mouths and close your doors
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| Spare us all from any more
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| Get your guns out while you can
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| Save you from the running man |