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DMITRY
I grew up on the sly
In the gutters and the streets of Petersburg
Just a kid on the fly
Getting good at getting by in Petersburg

I’ve bartered for a blanket, stolen for my bread
Learned to take my chances and use my head
A Russian rat is clever, clever or he ends up dead

Boils down to
There are some
Who survive
Some who don’t
Some give up
Some give in
Me I won’t
Black and blue
Welcome to
My Petersburg

Standing here you can see
From the spires to the piers of Petersburg
I’d be down on that quay
Selling stolen souvenirs of Petersburg

The palaces above and alleyways below
Funny when the city is all you know
How even when you hate it, something in you loves it so

That’s where I
Learned my stuff
In some rough
Company
There’s the boy
Growing up
Who was me
All I’ve been
All I’ll be

We can do what we’re told, we can go where we’re led
But I learned from my father to see what’s ahead

Nothing here to hold me, no one that I owe
Funny how a boy can grow
Funny where the city tells you when it’s time to go

Boils down to
There are some
Who have walls
Yet to climb

You and I
On the fly
Just in time

But tonight
There’s a sky
And quite a view
Welcome to…
My Petersburg!!!

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