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Positively 4th Street

You gotta lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinnin'

You gotta lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just wanna be on the side
That's winnin'

You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it?

You say you lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You have no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be
Among the crowd you're in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I would make contact
The one who tries to hide what he don't know
To begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You see how I could look
But you don't mean it

When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralized
Why don't you just come at once
And screaming?

No I do not feel that good
I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I'd rob them

And though you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand
It's not my problem?

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you

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