I still hang around...
Neither lost, nor found.
Hear the lonely sound,
of music in the night,
Nights are always bright...
Thats all thats left for me..
I play the street life,
Because there's no place I can go
Street life, And it's the only life I know
Street life, And there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, Until you play your life away
You let the people see
Just who you want to be
And every night you shine
just like a super star
That's how the life is played
A ten cent Masquerade
You dress, and walk, and talk
you're who you think you are...
Street life, You can run away from time
Street life, For a nickel, or a dime
Street life, But you better not get old
Street life, Or you're gonna feel the cold
There's always love for sale
A grown-up fairy tale
Prince charming always smiles
behind a silver spoon
And if you keep it young
Your song is always sung
Your love will pay your way
beneath the silver moon
Street life. Street life. Street life. Street life...
The Crusaders and Randy Crawford
(1979-Will Jennings, Joe Sample)
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