New York City, 1988
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standing in the Chelsea rain
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with a small suitcase
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I used to walk invisible
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and the only time I felt recognized
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was when I saw myself reflected
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in your loving eyes
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now I'm looking for a piece of my past
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on these streets that I once knew butbr>
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Hey hey, you can't go back
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hey hey, you can't go back
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Now I used to have the kind of luck
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that went from bad to worse
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a gypsy on the waterfront
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she told me I was cursed
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she said no one's young forever
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well I just laughed
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I turned to leave around the corner
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and the years went past
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now I'm looking for a piece of myself
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on the same streets that I once knew butbr>
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Hey hey, you can't go back
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hey hey, you can't go back
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How can everything look so different
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how can everything look so the same
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thru an open window I hear a record playing
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?ho will stop the rainbr>
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Now there's a river
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of faces in the tide of rise and fall
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do they wonder where we have gone
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do they think of us at all
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will they recognize us now
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in those perfect clothes and gowns
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do they wonder what we're doing here
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on this side of town
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Hey hey, you can't go back
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hey hey, you can't go back
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You Can't Go Back
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| Patti Scialfa |
