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Lyrics by LYNN AHRENS Music by STEPHEN FLAHERTY
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I grew up on the sly in the gut ters and the streets of
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Pe ters burg. Just a kid on the fly get ting good at get ting by in
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Pe ters burg. I've bar tered for a blan ket sto
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len for my bread, learned to take my chanc es and use my head. A
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Rus sian rat is cle ver. Clev er or he ends up dead!
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Boils down to: there are some who sur vive. Some who don't.
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Some give up. Some give in. Me, I won't! Black and blue, wel come to
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my Pe turs
burg.
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Stand ing here, you can see
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from the spires to the piers of Pe ters burg!
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I'd be down on that quay sell ing sto len sou ve nirs in
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Pe ters burg. The Pal lace is a bove and a
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lley ways be low. Fun ny when a ci ty is all you know, how
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e ven when you hate it, some thing in you loves it so!
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That's where I learned my stuff in some rough com pa ny.
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There's a boy grow ing up, who was me! All I've been, all I'll be.
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We can do what we're told. We can go
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where we're lead, but I learned from my Fa ther to see
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what's a head! No thing here to hold me. No one that I know!
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Fu nny how a boy can grow Fu nny how a ci ty tells
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There are some who have walls yet to climb. You and I, on the fly
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there's a sky
just in time, but to night and quite a view.
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We; come to my Pe ters
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burg!