| There used to he a subway
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| Right above your head
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| My father played for the passers-by
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| On his violin
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| He burned that box for firewood
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| And he laid his burden down
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| Now I don’t have a father anymore
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| You can take your Norman Rockwells
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| And your teenage billionaires
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| With their panic rooms and time machines
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| And vintage rocking chairs
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| When the moon is rising up
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| Behind the pyramid
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| We could he in Heaven or in Hell
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| You could be my savior
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| I could he yours too
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| They say the race is over
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| But they don’t know about me and you
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| They don’t know about me and you
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| So take this note to Memphis
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| There’s a woman l once knew
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| She’s buried in the catacombs
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| You can lay it on her tomb
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| She taught me how to take a punch
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| And I’ve taken more than my share
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| Now I don’t have a mother anymore
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| Oh, but you could be my savior
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| And I could be yours too
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| They say the race is over
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| But they don’t know about me and you
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| They don’t know about me and you
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| Well, come on, you can be my savior
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| Oh baby, come on, you can be my savior
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| He burned that box for firewood
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| He laid his burden down
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| Now l don’t have a father anymore |