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a dead end street
They've tied your hands and tied your feet
And the street is narrow
The nowhere lane, the nowhere train for Elaine, Elaine, Elaine
still alive

I was struck by lighting
Walkin' down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It's a dead man's party
Who could ask for more
teeth, now it's killing time 
Angel in our pocket, devil by our side 
We ain't going nowhere, 'cuz heroes never die 
Still alive 
Blood of heroes
this

Ain't nowhere to run, ain't nowhere to hide
Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul

Surrounded by the colors, I see crimson, black,
still alive

I was struck by lighting
Walkin' down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It's a dead man's party
Who could ask for more
Way out there in the wilderness
Of love and pain
Under the gentle arches we rode
The silver streets
Couldn`t see a difference between gold
Way out there in the wilderness
Of love and pain
Under the gentle arches we rode
The silver streets
Couldn't see a difference between gold
on the streets, where lovers once walked, 
Side by side in idle talk
Bullets fall like unholy rain
People change as the panic sets in,
A frightened baby by her
Back streets are like track meets 'cause I be runnin' this

Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be runnin' this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on)
Ain't
Back streets are like track meets 'cause I be runnin' this

Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be runnin' this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on)
Ain't
People party down by they ain't goin' nowhere 
They ain't goin' nowhere 

Gonna run outside 
What's there to see 
Just one big shadow there to comfort me
We in the streets player, get your mail
It's only two places you'll end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
Now throw
Lyrics by Ivar Bjørnson 1995
The silence inside this place is screaming
Here, were the roses never wither, as they never bloomed
Here the sun never
Sog comes alive out of death
Called forth by the weakness of your race
His one desire is to kill
Sog is the ender of your disgrace
The dead shall
Living as though we are dirt
Staring like you’ve seen a ghost
The lowest of the low, with nowhere to go

Back from the dead, now we’re groveling
Like an old newspaper
Blowin' down some windy street
Feelin' so alone and incomplete
(Chorus)
But there's nowhere to hide
Where the night can't find
the whistle blow.
Nowhere job on a dead end street.
You ain't got a minute when the siren sounds;
Gotta get movin' to the underground.
But I gotta woman,
the time.
As I ponder all the pieces of advice, I realise the words won't suffice.
I'm on a dead end street, and I can't take it any longer-bottom out.

I
[Kanye West]
We in the streets player, get your mail
It's only two places you'll end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere
palladium in my strap
I lie on the side of a one way street
Nowhere to go, death all I can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, your supper's up
the framework of your day

Free as a fly, the bird in the sky
The basket of everlasting life
Locked in the mouth, dead by the docks
Going nowhere fast today
of their former selves
We fall to friend and foe alike
We stand abandoned by our gods
Backed into corners, there's nowhere left to hide

The soils
waiting below 
The stairs on the street shoot right through your soul
People who hurry with someplace to go
And you're nowhere

the longer that you wait
At the dead-end I begin
To burn a bridge of innocence
Satisfaction guaranteed
A pillow-weight catastrophe

Our own mission nowhere bound
Inhibitions
of the paramedics
Because it's brothers like him all around here
Ain't nowhere to go so you gotta stay down here
Cause if it ain't another brother shot dead
It's