| It’s funny how our lives are like a prize fight
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| One day you’re off and then you get knocked down
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| But I have learned the hurt can end
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| And we can come up smellin' like a rose again
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| Blue Street is a place that’s in my past now
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| A few blocks down but not too far away
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| It’s time to take another turn
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| And go to a place where memories won’t burn
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| 'Cause there’s a sign post hangin' over the horizon
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| Waitin' for me like an open door
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| And I don’t wanna walk down Blue Street
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| I’ve been there before
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| I don’t wanna see his lonely, broken eyes no more
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| I don’t wanna walk down Blue Street
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| I’ve been there before
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| I don’t wanna see his broken, lonely eyes no more
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| I’m walkin' down the avenue of peace now
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| And I’m not swayin' from the course I take
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| Lily white the flowers bloom
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| And the sun is guidin' every move I make
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| And I’m not thinkin' of that old and lonesome Blue Street
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| A few blocks down but not too far away
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| 'Cause time has come to take another turn
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| And leave him in the past to die and burn
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| 'Cause there’s a sign post hangin' over the horizon
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| Waitin' for me like an open door
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| And I don’t wanna walk down Blue Street
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| I’ve been there before
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| I don’t wanna see his lonely, broken eyes no more
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| I don’t wanna walk down Blue Street
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| I’ve been there before
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| I don’t wanna see his broken, lonely eyes no more |