| The old man down on the corner
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| is downing in his pain
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| I can see the sorrow in his eyes
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| his tears, the leave a stain
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| The streets have left him broken
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| he’s in the final phase
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| It’s been a long hard road
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| from his glory days.
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| There’s a tatoo of his sweetheart
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| fading on his arm
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| he talks of painful tragedy
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| how he lost his lucky charm
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| his memory is clouded
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| from the thunder in this vein
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| he’s vanishing, vanishing gone
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| in the Harlem rain.
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| Harlem rain coming down
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| another shattered soul
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| in the lost and found
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| one more night
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| on the street of pain
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| getting washed away by the Harlem rain.
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| On desperation avenue
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| the devil takes his toll
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| where the pushers and the poverty
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| slowly claim your soul
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| when you reached the realization
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| that you just can’t break the chain, no you’re vanishing, vanishing gone
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| in the Harlem rain.
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| Harlem rain coming down
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| another shattered soul
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| in the lost and found
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| one more night
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| on the street of pain
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| getting washed away by the Harlem rain (Harlem rain).
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| In your seach for tender mercy
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| no one seemed to care
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| the faith that used to be your crutch
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| is now your cross to bear
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| You last yourself so long ago
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| you don’t know who to blame
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| you’re vanishing, vanishing gone
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| vanishing, vanishing gone
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| vanishing, vanishing gone
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| in the Harlem rain. |