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From St.Christopher's house |
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Into the streets you set out |
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With the dispossessed and the broken down |
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You looked around and saw the need |
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Dug in your heels, rolled up your sleeves |
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You were no stranger to the refugee |
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And you wouldn't let the bully boys get you down |
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These are your streets from the projects to the sums of Chinatown |
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From Denison square to the synagogue steps |
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The shopkeepers and merchants all families of immigrants |
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Charlyn, Charlyn, Angel of Kensington |
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Laundry hanging in the ally yards |
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Cats sunning on the hoods of parked cars |
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Children messing 'round in the vacant lots |
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Fish market woman laughin' out loud |
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Old Portuguese men hanging 'round |
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In the ancient smoke of a local bar |
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You feeding birds right out of your hand |
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On the sidewalk cafe while the street preacher quotes old testament |
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Charlyn, Charlyn, Angel of Kensington |
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Down in Alexandra Town |
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I can almost hear the old steel drums ringing out |
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Courage take courage |
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For every lonely soul that you lifted up |
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Pushing out the walls of this neighbourhood |
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I guess that's why they call you the angel of Kensington |
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Charlyn, Charlyn, Angel of Kensington |
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This is your family, this is your family... |
