I remember my old Beethoven Street:
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with the market on the corner always closed.
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A place that will never change in time;
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when you find it you can tell that it's mine.
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Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn,
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motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark…
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I knew I could never really leave:
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there's a handprint on the sidewalk I've outgrown.
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In a place that I will always call my home...
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Never forget it. Never leave it alone
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Never let it go now.
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You know Beethoven was my own.
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Beethoven St.
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| Sunday's Best |
