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Come on, hey Donna, come on
I need some more
The trees have got no leaves down on Alphabet City
New stands filled with junk
There's a sense of hostile, futile misery
They say the devil's got the best juice
Well, I guess that's kinda true
And if you want some fruit,
hey Donna,
come on Hey Donna,
come on,
hey Donna,
come on I want to stop,
hey Donna,
come on Hey Donna,
come on,
hey Donna,
come on I need some more
Syringe street kids are fixin' by the Hudson River
There's an old guy with no shoes It's
like I'm lookin' straight into a mirror
You know I still wanna be a star
But I can't sell my guitar
Hey Donna,
come on,
hey Donna,
come on Hey Donna,
come on,
I want to stop
Hey Donna,
come on,
hey Donna,
come on Hey Donna,
come on,
I need some more
Avenues of beans, got the derelict city
Hoisting things like trees,
ride the trains too Abject,
passive misery
Benny Jackson,
birdcage pipe I can't ever seem to get things right
Hey Donna,
come on,
hey Donna,
come on I want to stop