We only hold hands on backstreets,
we're only close in the dark
and I'm tired of being afraid.
Dark is a hiding place
where sinners to their sinning
and no one walks on backstreets
where thieves take in their winnings.
Why are we among them
who need the darkness to hide?
I am not a criminal
who stole, or raped, or lied!
So,
take my hand on Main Street
I'll kiss you for the sun,
'cause I'm tired of being afraid.
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