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I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt,
I was unrecognizable to myself,
I saw my reflection in a window,
I didn't know my own face,
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away
On the streets of Philadelphia?
I was drunk and broken, could not explain how I feel,
I didn't know
I saw my reflection in the window
And did not recognize his own face,
My brother, can't you leave me to die
On the streets of Philadelphia?

Go out on the street. Why? Yes, then that is also pointless to stay home. Even if I stay, even if the silence will hide in the corner, I still will myself not going anywhere. I'll be in this corner, I'll push his weight on the floor. I am.

It was on the street, gray and dusty
Where the trees of the Boulevard was leaning helplessly,
It was on the street, the gray and dusty.
...
We stood with you silently and vaguely...
Was worried about street life minute.
We stood with you silently and vaguely.

Any city as a living organism, has veins and arteries. This is the street. And fill it - the blood of the city and its inhabitants. The flow is definitely useful.
In the morning people rush to work, filling the arteries and the means of transport, day idle and running go shopping, in the evening through the veins of flocking to their homes, and then sometimes leave them again, making forays to the cinema or to the disco.

We are talking in the Packed trams,
We shakes a drudgery,
Us metro, and, swallows,
Releasing of the smoky mouth.
In noisy streets, fluttering white
The people we walk with people,
Mixed our breath,
We reversed our tracks, we reversed our tracks.
Pockets we pull smokes,
Popular songs Moo,
Touching each other's elbows,
Apologize or keep quiet.
In the streets of the city
Each such separate ways,
We do not know each other,
Touching each other go.

I'd like to live on the street and listen to music.

- You live in a bad neighborhood?
Is not the word. Once our street stole a police car with two policemen. In the house all the time and climb thieves. Every time I try to close window, pinch someone's fingers.

It is known that people lost in an unfamiliar part of town, especially at night, can not go directly along the street; it constantly pushes some unknown force is certainly to turn off all along the way the streets and alleys.

I was born in Lenin street, I notch from time to time!

Someday the rain will come and wash the streets all this abomination.

I grew up on the street, well, I mean, not in a ghetto, and on sesame street.

Due to the weather in the house he was always drawn to the street.

Mention about any other street Michigan does not cause a storm of emotions, which causes the mention of this street. For everyone - from strippers, dancers, struggling against them preachers to homeless people and Ministers, street 8 Mile remains the most sad border that share our habitat.

The street is no longer the same, it can stage
Maybe so, maybe not just looking for there
Now is not the time to fly in the clouds,
To remain to stand on his feet.