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(Crowe)One of these streets |
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The city of dreams |
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Wakes anticipating |
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In the doorway |
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I leanOn the corner of 44th & 9th |
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Ain't nothing to be seen |
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But this is where |
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Lennie lives |
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The pain gets worse |
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But I ignore it |
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It don't really hurt if there ain't a pill for it |
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I see so many blackbirds |
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The end of it all |
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My luck's a baby sister |
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You gotta be responsible |
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You listen to her talking 'bout the colour of her hair |
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You gotta notice sooner or later |
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If it starts wearing thin |
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Charlie told me that he didn't understand |
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How I could do anything but sing with the band |
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I said Charlie |
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I still wear the scars from letting my emotions ride |
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Touring bar to bar |
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Something had to stop me |
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Something had to make me keep it in |
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I'm cheered by the thought |
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Of so much thinking |
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Sad song singers |
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Never depress me |
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So much to say she'd buy |
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Ten stories a day |
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He'd like wine with the west wind |
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If you are going that way |
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Everything new carries it's threat |
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I work myself open |
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I'm so deep in debt |
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I've stopped working |
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I'm waiting for the chains |
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Perspectives your cloud baby |
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Here comes the rain |