Love is the only thing that matters.
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Love is the only thing that's real.
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I know we hear this every day.
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It's still the hardest thing to feel.
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This time
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When I go back to Ludlow Street,
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I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete,
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Without you there.
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Another generation's parties.
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And it is still the same old scene.
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I can recall each morning after.
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Painted in nicotene.
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This time
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When I go back to Ludlow Street,
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I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete
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Without you there.
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All of the people I once knew.
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All of the ones I was close to.
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Love is the only thing that matters.
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Love the only thing that's real,
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And when I think about you now
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Love is the only thing I feel.
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This time
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When I go back to Ludlow Street,
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I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete
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Without you there.
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Tim, this time
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When I go back to Ludlow Street
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I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete
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Without you there.
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Ludlow Street
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| Suzanne Vega |
