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i have often walked |
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down this street before |
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but the pavement always stayed |
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beneath my feet before |
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all at once am i |
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several stories high |
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knowing i'm |
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on the street |
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where you live |
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are there lilac trees |
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in the heart of town |
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can you hear a lark |
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in any other part of town |
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does enchantment pour |
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out of every door |
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no it's just on the street |
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where you live |
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and oh the tow'ring feeling |
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just to know |
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somehow you are near |
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the overpow'ring feeling |
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that any second |
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you may suddenly appear |
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you know |
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people stop and stare |
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they don't bother me |
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for there's nowhere else on earth |
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that i would rather be |
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let the time go by |
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i don't care if i |
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can be here |
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on the street |
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where you live |
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and oh the tow'ring feeling |
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just to know |
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somehow you are near |
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the overpow'ring feeling |
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that any second |
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you may suddenly appear |
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you know |
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people stop and stare |
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they don't bother me |
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for there's nowhere else on earth |
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that i would rather be |
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let the time go by |
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i don't care if i |
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can be here |
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on the street |
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where you live |
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can be here |
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on the street |
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where you live |
