On these streets of stone
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You might see her walking
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All the time alone
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She just got tired of talking
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As she passes by, you might just get lucky
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If you catch her eye
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You might see a smile
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In a world gone quite mad
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She is quietly laughing
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For all the good times she's had
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Most of us don't get near
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She has danced with them all
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The short and the tall
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The rich - and the famous ones
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The poor - and the nameless ones
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On these streets of stone
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You might hear her singing
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All the time alone
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It's just her way of bringing
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Her past to the fore
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She remembers it all
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When they shouted "Encore"
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Then the curtain did fall
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She has sung for them all
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In theaters and halls
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The rich - and the famous ones
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The poor - and the blameless ones
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On these streets of stone
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You might see her walking
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All the time alone
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She's just got tired - of talking
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The Streets Of Stone
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| Bonnie Tyler |
