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"Rough Trade" They're gonna let me stay I'm not an orphan on the street no more They're gonna let me stay No longer husteling the streets or in the weeklies no more Hey it can be hard Living under the watchful eye of the man Surveilance everywhere When ya live with three kingpins You're singing a song so high Hey it can be fun Living in a compound Electronica the sound Booming everywhere amid the smell of hotrails And emptiness all the same I want out of the rough trade There's gotta be a way To escape the rough trade There's gotta be a way To escape the rough trade Copyright 2007 From Letras Mania