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So you're telling me again about Prospect Street |
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And I'm wondering just what fortune I'll meet |
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You'd never believe it |
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You know that I just can't see |
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How wonderful the imagination can be |
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But there's something in the back of my mind |
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Say's it'll all fall into place in time |
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But it's a genuine fact of life |
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That the sun never shines on Prospect Street |
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You talk about love |
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Love of the good things |
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And the problems that the hand of fate brings |
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I take a walk to wherever I'm going |
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And I'm sure you know |
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That's a long, long way from heaven |
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But when I'm listening to the twilight sound |
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And there's still people up moving around |
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You know the sad thing about it is |
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That I would really love to think it exists - Prospect Street |
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On Prospect Street |
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You better believe in it |
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And you can make anything come true |
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You can take it or leave it |
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When I'm down on Prospect Street |
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On Prospect Street |
