| If you’d write a map
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| Would you mark my spot
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| Would you position me
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| And come take me back to the streets of you
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| I won’t be hard to find
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| I’ll be that blinking kind
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| On your radar screen
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| Please take me back to the streets of you
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| I turned every stone
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| I read between the lines
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| I even asked a stranger
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| But I couldn’t find the streets of you
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| I ain’t the begging type
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| I ain’t the helpless type
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| But I ain’t to proud to ask
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| Please take me back to the streets of you
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| That would make me cry with a smile on my face
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| I wanna tell them about the love we share
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| The plans we made, the thing’s we’ll say
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| In the morning time, night time and every time
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| Leaving you has never been, on my mind, not here
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| In the streets of you
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| They call it make-believe
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| I wanna make you see
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| That it’s a love you feel
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| And that’s the love that counts in the streets of you
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| I feel I’ve been heard
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| It’s time for me to serve
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| So here’s to standing up
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| In a clear blue day in the streets of you
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| That would make me cry with a smile on my face
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| I wanna tell them about the love we share
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| The plans we made, the thing’s we’ll say
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| In the morning time, night time and every time
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| Leaving you has never been, on my mind, not here
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| In the streets of you
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| There ain’t no, ain’t no lovin'
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| Ain’t no place I would rather be
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| I don’t wanna leave you
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| I won’t do, I won’t do |