I was born on the wrong of the city Desperation in my mother's eyes Factory whistle would wake me in the morning At night the sirens sang my lullaby Fought my way out of the blue collar jungle Heart...
Off and on… So many times The good and the bad… Kept changing my mind Black or white, Which would it be? I was stranded and we wanted everything So how could I choose Without being told? I can't...

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