Well I was born on on a close street Opened arms to the wrong treats Left alone in the sweet store High times laying low on the floor Now my tomorrow is gone The futures for you Nothing comes free You said it before Open the door And step into the wrong time Yeah summertime Back in the summertime Back in the wrong time Back in the wrong time again I was born on a close street Down the wrong streets Up the back streets By the sea Curfew has come down All over the town Theyre closing in on you Alcoholing on soul street Wrong treats Sit down Sit down
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