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The neighborhood that I live in,
Ive always seen as home.
At certain times at the evening,
Its like a no-go zone.
Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend.
And Ive got feet trussed up white like,
And dont mind keeping.
But I still walk the side streets home,
Even when Im on my own.
If I let myself believe all the bad press and all the stories,
I wouldnt set a foot outside.
You say I live in a bubble,
I find the bubbles best.
Add a thing a truffle,
Just turn and head due west.
Quite light on my feet if I ever need be,
As i zip down the street,
No one ever sees me.
But I still walk the side streets home,
Even when Im on my own.
If I let myself believe all the bad press and all the stories,
I wouldnt set a foot outside.
Im tempting fate,
(I've no temerity about it)
So nonchalant,
(I know and I don't doubt it)
Ill probably get it tommorrow.
Till then I walk the side streets home,
Even when im on my own.
If I let myself believe
(Side streets home)
(On my own)
Believe...