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Ur world our times Alannah Myles Little tramp comin' up the strip with a hundred dollar smile Sparks flyin' off her fingertips drive the young cop wild Some nights are wound so tight like a storm about to break Better stand in your doorway when when everything starts to shake. You get restless like a cat waking up at midnight Hungry never quite satisfied This is our world and these are our times This is our world and these are our times Little brother like a street god with a drop dead attitude Say he's looking like a shadow now runnin' low on green and food some lives are wound up tight a wave about to crash Hard times seem to multiply while the joy runs out so fast You get restless like a kid crawling out of a bad dream Hungry never quite satisfied This is our world and these are our times This is our world and these are our times Make way fpr the son of a rebel wired to a bottle of flame He's got two black eyes and a purple heart and a bone hangin' on a chair These times are like dynamite a head-on with history Some fool's bound to burn it all down don't care about you and me He'll get desperate like a child in the eye of a nightmare Hungry never quite satisfied This is our world and these are our times This is our world and these are our times |
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