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Sirens ring, the shots ring out |
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A stranger cries, screams out loud |
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I had my world strapped against my back |
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I held my hands, never knew how to act |
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And the same black line that was drawn on you |
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Was drawn on me |
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And now it's drawn me in |
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6th Avenue heartache |
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Below me was a homeless man |
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I'm singin' songs, I knew complete |
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On the steps alone, his guitar in hand |
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It's fifty years, he stood where he stands |
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And the same black line that was drawn on you |
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Was drawn on me |
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And now it's drawn me in |
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6th Avenue heartache |
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And the same black line that was drawn on you |
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Was drawn on me |
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And now it's drawn me in |
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6th Avenue heartache |
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Now walkin' home on those streets |
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The river winds move my feet |
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Subway steam, like silhouettes in dreams |
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They stood by me, just like moonbeams |
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And the same black line that was drawn on you |
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Was drawn on me |
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And now it's drawn me in |
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6th Avenue heartache, heartache |
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And the same black line that was drawn on you |
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Was drawn on me |
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And now it's drawn me in |
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6th Avenue heartache, heartache |
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Look out the window, down upon that street |
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And gone like a midnight was that man |
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But I see his six strings laid against that wall |
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And all his things, they all look so small |
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I got my fingers crossed on a shooting star |
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Just like me, just moved on |
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And the same black line that was drawn on you |
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Was drawn on me |
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And now it's drawn me in |
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6th Avenue heartache, heartache |
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And the same black line that was drawn on you |
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Was drawn on me |
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And now it's drawn me in |
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6th Avenue heartache, heartache |
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And now it's drawn me in |
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And the same black line that was drawn on you |
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Was drawn on me |
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And now it's drawn me in |
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6th Avenue heartache, heartache |
