| Black cap, snapping at the heels of the ladies
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| Rushing, windswept hair and scarves waving
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| Big Issue man threw a salvation by a penny
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| Please give what you can
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| A penny if you have any
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| Coffee aromas, swimming past the fruit stand
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| Trag (?) at the corner in a pink polka-dot headband
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| Schoolboys are mean, but who knows what they’re hiding
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| Time washes clean the masks in which we cry in
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| Oh, will I be lost in twilight near Bold
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| Oh, me oh my
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| I always find myself on this road
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| A fake American diner plays me Mr. Mustard
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| But Orpheus is really an old accordion busker
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| The Mayor recites a Shakespearean sonnet
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| Saturday night, both feet caked in its own vomit
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| Burberry check, curbside sex and police cars
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| She cuts through the chaos, through the canvas like a shooting star
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| All slow motion now, can’t quite believe my black eye
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| This dark angel landed and obviously missed a war cry
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| Twinkle, twinkle little star
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| How I wonder what you are
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| Like a diamond in the sky
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| Will I work it out alive
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| Oh, will I be lost in twilight near Bold
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| Oh, me oh my
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| I always find myself on this road
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| Oh, will I be lost in twilight near Bold
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| Oh, me oh my
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| I always find myself on this road |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bold Street , by - Eugene McGuinness. Song from the album The Early Learnings of Eugene McGuinness, in the genre Альтернатива