These streets
These streets have beats that linger
These trigger fingers seldom caress
The best sound
Comes from nowhere
In These streets
We speak in conversations
Caught up in invitations
And yet
The best sound comes from nowhere
Out of nothing
In the background noise
Comes the world of choice
In the distance a familiar voice
It's the one, it's the one
I adore
In the background noise
I can hear you call
With such persistence
That I have to fall
It's the one, it's the one
I adore
What gives what takes
I'm always considered a contender
I surrender I surrender
In the background noise
Comes the world of choice
In the distance a familiar voice
It's the one, it's the one
I adore
In the background noise
I can hear you call
With such persistence
That I have to fall
It's the one, it's the one
I adore
These streets
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