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Dry bread on the table |
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Burn the mill, salt the paper |
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And it's easy pickins on Locust Street |
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There's no place to hide |
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And you can't find love on Locust Street |
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But you can hear the sunrise crying |
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Can't you hear the sunrise crying? |
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A song for you alone |
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Sad eyes, weeping willow |
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Black cat blues, blacked out window |
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And it's easy pickins on Locust Street |
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There's no place to hide |
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And you can't find love on Locust Street |
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But you can hear the sunrise crying |
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Can't you hear the sunrise crying? |
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A song for you alone |
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Just a glimpse of what love could be |
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Once a dream that I owned |
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What of many lonely longing souls |
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At least I'm not alone |
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Well, at least I'm not alone |
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Ripe off the vine now lay rotten |
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Like a dead end street forever forgotten |
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And it's easy pickins on Locust Street |
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There's no place to hide |
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And you can't find love on Locust Street |
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But you can hear the sunrise crying |
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Can't you hear the sunrise crying? |
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Can't you hear the sunrise crying? |
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A song for you alone, a song for you alone |