He had eyes of the poor, wild and hungry Stood out side of the store, shy and clumsy Saw an electric guitar, he got hooked from the start That's what is did to the back street kid It's a dangerous game, might come to nothing Very hard to explain, the pushing and the shoving Still the sound in his ears and the many lean years Taught him to live, back street kid Dream, dream - back street kid Dream, dream, dream, dream - back street kid He spends hours on his own, he's still learning Learns to wait for the phone, ideas burning And from liberty hall, he will rise or he'll fall That's how he'll live, the back street kid Dream, dream - back street kid Dream, dream, dream, dream - back street kid He stepped into the rain, cold and empty Whispered never again, I'm not contented Walked off into the night, he walked far out of sight So much to give, the back street kid Dream, dream - back street kid Dream, dream, dream, dream - back street kid
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