| Elena is working on Lorimer street
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| Directing the traffic in sweltering heat
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| She winds through the motions, a tape on repeat
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| She’s there until moonlight, making ends meet
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| Two kids in school
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| Another dropped out
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| All drawn to darkness
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| Futures in doubt
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| Mama’s heart beating on their whereabouts
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| How they’ll find water in the merciless drought
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| And she prays to you
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| And your boundless light
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| That one day you’ll come to make things right
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| Sprinkling skies of falling stars
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| Where she dreams of flying
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| Another day’s gone by
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| Quietly humming a spiritual song
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| The lilt of each melody keeping her strong
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| Where all dreams are possible, all doubt is gone
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| Where instead of darkness she sees only dawn
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| And she prays for you
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| Every waking night
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| To dance the breezes as a kite
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| The endless seas surround her now
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| And she drifts away
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| How she’d love to stay
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| Elena is working on Lorimer street
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| The pavement beneath her abusing her feet
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| She winds through the motions, a tape on repeat
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| She’s there until moonlight, making ends meet
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| She winds through the motions, a tape on repeat
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| She’s there until moonlight, making ends meet |