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*** Asbury Park ***
There's a place I know that makes
your blood run cold,
3rd and Bond where the rocks are sold,
There the welfare mothers work
forgotten streets,
Broken glass underneath kids feets,
Hear the pitbulls growl at the dirty
old gals,
Rotted teeth and breath that's foul,
Where the mighty Breed ride their
iron steeds,
On the prowl searching for C.D.
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