I'm the street of your childhood
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I am the root of your being
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I'm the beating rhythm
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In everything you long for
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I'm your mother's gray hands
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And your father's worried mind
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I am the earliest dreamer
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Light, misty webs
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I gave you my great seriousness
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One day you were wildly abandoned
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I sprinkled a little melancholy in my mind
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A driving rainy night
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I once hit you to the ground
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To make your heart hard
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But I gently raised you up again
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And wiped away the tears
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It's me who taught you to hate
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I taught you toughness and mockery
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I gave you the strongest weapons
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You need to know how to use them well
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I gave you the watchful eyes
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On them you must be recognized again
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Do you meet someone with the same look
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Need to know he's your friend
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I'm the street of your childhood
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I am the root of your being
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I gave you the watchful eyes
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On them you must be recognized again
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Do you meet someone with the same look
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Need to know he's your friend
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And you hear cleaner tones
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Tuned to a more beautiful song
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Should you long for my vote
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Cracked and awkward sound
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Did you fly so far over countries
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And did you grow out of your friend?
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I'm the street of your childhood
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I always know you again
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I'm the street of your childhood
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I am the root of your being
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Gave you the watchful eyes
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On them you must be recognized again
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Do you meet someone with the same look
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Need to know he's your friend
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Yes, I'm the street of your childhood
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I am the root of your being
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And I'm the beating rhythm
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In everything you long for
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Did you fly so far over countries
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And did you grow out of your friend?
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I'm the street of your childhood
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I always know you again |