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Philip Chevron! |
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The island, it is silent now |
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But the ghosts still haunt the waves |
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And the torch lights up a famished man |
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Whom fortune could not save |
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Did you work upon the railroad? |
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Did you rid the streets of crime? |
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Were your dollars from the White House? |
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Were they from the five and dime? |
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Did the old songs taunt or cheer you? |
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And did they still make you cry? |
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Did you count the months and years |
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Or did your teardrops quickly dry? |
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"Ah, no," says he, "'twas not to be |
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On a coffin ship I came here |
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And I never even got so far |
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That they could change my name" |
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Thousands are sailing across the western ocean |
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To a land of opportunity that some of them will never see |
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Fortune prevailing across the western ocean |
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Their bellies full, their spirits free |
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They'll break the chains of poverty |
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And they'll dance |
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In Manhattan's desert twilight |
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In the death of afternoon |
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We stepped hand in hand down Broadway |
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Like the first men on the moon |
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And "The Blackbird" broke the silence |
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As you whistled it so sweet |
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And in Brendan Behan's footsteps |
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I danced up and down the street |
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Then we said goodnight to Broadway |
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Giving it our best regards |
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Tipped our hats to Mr. Cohan |
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Dear old Times Square's favorite bard |
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Then we raised a glass to JFK |
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And a dozen more besides |
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When I got back to my empty room |
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I suppose I must have cried |
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Thousands are sailing again across the ocean |
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Where the hand of opportunity draws tickets in a lottery |
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Postcards we're mailing of sky-blue skies and oceans |
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From rooms the daylight never sees |
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And lights don't glow on Christmas trees |
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But we dance to the music and we dance |
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Thousands are sailing again across the ocean |
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Where the hand of opportunity draws tickets in a lottery |
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Postcards we're mailing of sky-blue skies and oceans |
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From rooms the daylight never sees |
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And lights don't glow on Christmas trees |
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Still we dance to the music and we dance |
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Thank you, say welcome Sunny Side of the Street |
