When we were young the future was so bright (whoa)the whole neighborhood was so alive (whoa)and every kid on the whole damn street (whoa)was gonna make it big and not be beat.now the neighborhood's cracked and torn (whoa)the kids are grown up but their lives are worn (whoa)how can one little streetswallow so many livesChances thrownnothing's freelonging forwhat used to bestill it's homehard to
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