1. She knows the streets where she walks, never were paved with gold can't return, but won't dream till she's old. leaving it soon behind city so cold. 2. And everyday now so long, how could she have been so wrong. And as the morning comes, shadows on her fall upon, walking crowded the streets she looked on, packs her case and tomorrow she's gone.
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