| River wind is icy
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| Chills run through my bones
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| Tides of life are ebbing out
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| Between the cobblestones
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| The streets are on fire
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| With the burning sunrise
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| And over the water I look in vain
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| For love in someone’s eyes
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| Oh, City streets
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| The stories that they tell
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| Oh, City streets
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| They can be heaven, they can be hell
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| Winter colored morning
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| Gray and dirty brown
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| Reflecting the mood I’m in
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| Despair is all around
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| I long for sweet oblivion
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| To take me from my pain
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| Maybe bring me dreams of hope and faith
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| So, I can break this chain
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| Lovers with their arms entwined
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| Silhouettes against the light
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| A warm bed is waiting as they head home
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| After staying up all night
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| For them the city is magic
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| That’s all they’ve ever known
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| I wish I could find the magic
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| But I’m scared and I’m feeling so alone
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| Oh, City streets, the stories thay have known
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| IOh City Streets, City Streets, The City Streets |