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She walks down the street With a skip in her feet Smiling at the people that passed her by; they turned the corner She released a deep sigh She waited until they were gone And then the tears fell
They are the people, they are the crew, They are the ones who might scare you, They don't play no same games, That's why no one knows their names,
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