Who will call my name who will I call friend life won't be the same until I find you again time has had it's way my faith is at it's end I won't rest
A kid is killed on any corner From Brooklyn Heights to California There's different ways of gettin' higher Don't knock it 'til you try it The summer'
They took the beat away, replaced it with machines They took the words away and threw 'em on a screen They turned the switches on and handed us the phones
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