I have often walked
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down this street before
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But the pavement always stayed
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beneath my feet before
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All at once am I
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several stories high
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Knowing I'm on the street
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where you live
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Are there lilac trees
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in the heart of town?
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Can you hear a lark
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in any other part of town?
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Does enchantment pour
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out of every door?
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No, it's just on the street
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where you live
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And oh, the towering feeling
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just to know
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Somehow you are near
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The overpowering feeling
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that any second
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You may suddenly appear
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People stop and stare
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they don't bother me
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For there's nowhere
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else on earth
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that I would rather be
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Let the time go by
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I don't care if I can be here
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On the street where you live
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Just to be
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On the street where you live
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On The Street Where You Live
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| Mario Lanza |
