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Here On Bright Avenue
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Words & Music by Bob Bennett
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© 1991 Bright Avenue Songs
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P.O. Box 1578
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Cypress, CA 90630-6578
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Reprinted/Posted by Permission
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All Rights Reserved
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I hear sounds above
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The shuffling of my feet
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As I make my way down
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This strange, familiar street
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The holy sound of families
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Their dinners on the wind
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Will I ever be able
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To sit at that table again?
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I did not want to be here
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Where the future is in store
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But my name is on the mailbox
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And my key fits in the door
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Living in this present tense
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Is the best that I can do
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It's clear that I am supposed to be here...
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Here on Bright Avenue
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Hope that hides in darkness
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Healing under pain
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Roses asleep in the winter
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But the spring will come again
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This time is set in motion
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By design and by my due
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It's one foot in front of the other
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Here on Bright Avenue
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Questions with no answers
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And the distance in between
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All my wishful thinking
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And the fool that I have been
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I cannot reinvent myself
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To suit everybody's view
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But I can see there are plans for me here...
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Here on Bright Avenue
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If those who sow in tears
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Will reap in joy somehow
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Then surely I am watering
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My fields of future now
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My feet will walk a golden street
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And when all is said and done
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I will be found on holy ground
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As a good and faithful son
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Walking toward a promise
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That frees this convict heart
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The Lord will never lose me
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And He can finish what he starts
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And when I least expect it
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I believe these things are true
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It's as if to say
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I am on my way from here...
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Here on Bright Avenue
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Here On Bright Avenue
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Bob Bonnett |