Zephyr & I stand out on
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West End Avenue
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Talking about the things that
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All of us used to do
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And the wind kicks up with the smell of rain
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The kids are gone but the souls remain
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Zephyr and I sort out our
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Long time memories
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Do you remember, he says,
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The 1970's
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This was a youth mall
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Of America on this street
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All of us hanging here
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Like underage cops on a beat
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And the wind kicks up in the smell of rain
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Now the kids are gone but their souls remain
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The graffiti goes but the walls retain
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The flowers go but the earth must still remain
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In spring the tide in Riverside
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Will wash away the cold and frozen
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River rain will clean the stain and
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Wash away wash away downstream
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Out on the corner by the
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Fireman's Monument
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This was the place where all the
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Fatherless teenagers went
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Well the wind kicks up in the smell of rain
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The kids are gone but the souls remain
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The graffiti's gone and the walls complain
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The flowers go but the earth must still remain
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Zephyr & I
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| Suzanne Vega |
