There is a corner
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Somewhere off Broadway
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There was a story, never told
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I was the ears
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When the first time it opened
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63 years, like dirty gold
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He sang like the angels heard him, oh
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God, tell me it's over
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This life on my shoulder
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Is killing my soul
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Bread crumbs on a lonely
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Street, they don't own me
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They're making me stone
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He spoke of the water
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His faith and his daughter
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His answers and questions of the war
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Said when he was younger
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His dreams were his heartland
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He can't find his way back anymore
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And then, like a prayer, he left me, oh
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God, tell me it's over
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This life on my shoulder
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Is killing my soul
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Bread crumbs on a lonely
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Street, they don't own me
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They're making me stone
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Somedays, I am restless
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For why? My best guess
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Is there's a message to impart
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I'll always remember
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More than an ember
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One lonely sailor in my heart
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A shout from the mouth, all I hear, oh
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God, tell me it's over
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This life on my shoulder
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Is killing my soul
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Bread crumbs on a lonely
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Street, they don't own me
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They're making me stone
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God, tell me it's over
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This life on my shoulder
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Is killing my soul, soul
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Bread crumbs on a lonely
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Street, they don't own me
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But they're making me stone, yeah
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Bread Crumbs
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| Aslyn |
