AIN'T IT FUNNY WHEN YOU'RE DOWN?
YOU DON'T MIND THE THINGS THAT CRAWL IN AND OUT OF THE ALLEY WHERE YOU'RE FOUND.
AIN'T IT FUNNY WHEN YOU'RE DOWN?
YOU DON'T MIND THE THINGS THAT CRAWL IN AND OUT AND ON YOU IN THE ALLEY WHERE YOU'RE FOUND.
YOU ARE YOUNG AND WANT TO BE USED
YOU LIVE FOR HAVING HANDS ON YOU
BUT AS SEASONS CHANGE AND YEARS GO BY ~ YOUR PASSION GROWS BUT SOON WILL DIE
YOU'LL END UP HERE OUT ON THE STREET ~ YOUR FADING LOOKS WILL NOT COMPETE WITH INNOCENCE AND FRESH FACED YOUTH
YOU'LL SCRATCH AND CLAW BUT NEVER FIND YOUR WAY BACK TO THE LIGHT
YOU'LL HIDE IN SHADOWS ~ ALWAYS KEEPING OUT OF SIGHT
AIN'T IT FUNNY WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG?
YOU DON'T MIND THE THINGS THAT CRAWL IN AND OUT OF THE ALLEY WHERE YOU'RE FOUND.
AIN'T IT FUNNY WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG?
YOU DON'T MIND THE THINGS THAT CRAWL IN AND OUT AND ON YOU IN THE ALLEY WHERE YOU'RE FOUND.
IT AIN'T FUNNY WHEN YOU'RE DOWN AND YOU HAVE TO FIGHT THE THINGS THAT CRAWL IN AND OUT OF THE ALLEY WHERE YOU'RE FOUND?
IT AIN'T FUNNY WHEN YOU'RE DOWN AND YOU HAVE TO FIGHT THE THINGS THAT CRAWL IN AND OUT AND ON YOU IN THE ALLEY WHERE YOU'RE FOUND?
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