On these streets I will never walk alone I've got my city The city I call home Familiar faces And bottles in the ditch Though I come from the gutter I live among the rich
Old dog Old tricks Don't need your pity Just keep away from me
It's my city It's the place where I belong It's my city It's been mine all along
A wounded soul Will never fully heal These days of anguish Will never be less real I wouldn't trade it For anything in this world I'm just an old dog Left out in the cold
This old dog... ...ain't dying yet!
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