| On the Avenue of dead umbrellas
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| In a place where nothin' sleeps
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| No one’s pickin' up the pieces — no one speaks
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| Snow falls down — God dusts funky town
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| For once this place looks pure
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| Tell that to the people who live in the wind — they ain’t so sure
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| In the middle of a violent night — in the glare of a naked light
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| In the middle of a nightmare
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| At the bottom of the deepest well — in the middle of a private hell
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| Shit scared — out there — nowhere
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| Then I open my eyes — ice on the window — the sun is tryin' to break through
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| Then I open my eyes — in the land of the livin' - and it’s all right
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| Seen a man rattle in a battle that no one could win
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| I had to turn my soul away
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| Shit’s gonna happen — whether you like it or not
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| S' just the way it is
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| Then I open my eyes — boats on the river — headin' down the east side
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| Then I open my eyes — and the trash (?) slips away
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| Soft and supple — like some alibi
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| You been walkin in her sleep — there ain’t no cure for the secrets you hide
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| In the middle of my wildest dream — in a place where nothin’s what it seems
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| At the time of a great loss
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| From the hoods and the broken homes — this danger’s got a smell of it’s own
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| In the middle of c-c-chaos
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| In the valley of the shadow of death — the Bellevue boys out kickin' ass
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| In the middle of fire
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| Inside the belly of the beast — in a place where wonders never cease
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| You go higher, higher, higher
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| Then I open my eyes — life in a nutshell — it’s over 'fore you know it
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| Then I open my eyes
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| And the city wakes up — puts coffee in cups — when I open my eyes
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| And the kids go to school — Imus rules — when I open my eyes
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| I love you n' you love me
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| N' it rains so I buy an umbrella from the guy on 23rd and Second Avenue |