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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,