| This is my street
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| I smile at the faces
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| I’ve known all my life
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| They regard me with pride
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| And everyone’s sweet
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| They say, «You're going places!'
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| So how can I say that while I was away
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| I had so much to hide!
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| «Hey guys, it’s me!
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| The biggest disappointment you know.»
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| The kid couldn’t hack it
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| She’s back and she’s walkin' real slow
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| Welcome home
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| Just breathe…
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| Just breathe—
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| As the radio plays old forgotten boleros
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| I think of the days when this city was mine
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| I remember the praise
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| «Ay, te adoro, te quiero,»
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| The neighborhood waved, and
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| Said, «Nina, be brave and
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| You’re gonna be fine!»
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| And maybe it’s me
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| But it all seems like lifetimes ago
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| So what do I say to these faces that I used to know?
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| «Hey, I’m home?»
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| (Mira Nina)
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| Hey…
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| (No me preocupo por ella)
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| They’re not worried about me
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| (Mira, allí esta nuestra estrella!)
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| They are all counting on me to succeed
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| (Ella sí da la talla!)
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| I am the one who made it out!
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| The one who always made the grade
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| But maybe I should have just stayed home…
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| When I was a child I stayed wide awake |
| Climbed to the highest place
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| On every fire escape
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| Restless to climb
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| I got every scholarship
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| Saved every dollar
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| The first to go to college
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| How do I tell them why
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| I’m coming back home?
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| With my eyes on the horizon
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| Just me and the GWB, asking, «Gee Nina, what’ll you be?»
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| Straighten the spine
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| Smile for the neighbors
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| Everything’s fine
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| Everything’s cool
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| The standard reply:
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| «Lots of tests, lots of papers.»
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| Smile, wave goodbye
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| And pray to the sky, oh, god…
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| And what will my parents say?
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| Can I go in there and say
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| «I know that I’m letting you down…»
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| (Mira Nina)
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| Just breathe… |