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Uriah Heep Out On The Street

Out on the street, dead on my feet At the mercy of the stone-cold night It's hard to compete In a dead-end street With frustration in your line of sight

Out on the street, dead on my feet At the mercy of the stone-cold night It's hard to compete In a dead-end street With frustration in your line of sight

: Out on the street, dead on my feet At the mercy of the stone-cold night It's hard to compete In a dead-end street With frustration in your line of