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?
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The Singer
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| Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |
