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(cash, daniels) |
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As i walk these narrow streets |
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Where a million passin feet have trod before me |
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With my guitar in my hand |
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Suddenly i realize nobody knows me |
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Where yesterday the multitude |
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Screamed and cried my name out for a song |
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Today the streets are empty |
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And the crowds have all gone home |
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I pass a million houses |
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But there is no place that i belong |
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All i knew to give you |
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Was song after song after song |
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All the truths i tried to tell you |
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Were as distant to you as the moon |
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Born 200 years too late |
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And 200 years too soon |
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I'm a child of this age |
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Locked into the pages of your book |
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And when i am but dust and clay |
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And all the children stop to take a look |
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Will they marvel at the miracles i did perform |
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And the heights i did aspire |
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Or will they tear out the pages of the book |
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To light a fire |
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With the rain on my face |
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There is no place that i belong |
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Did you forget this fucking singer so soon? |
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And did you forget my song? |
