| I'm the street of your childhood
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| I am the root of your being
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| I'm the beating rhythm
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| In everything you long for
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| I'm your mother's gray hands
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| And your father's worried mind
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| I am the earliest dreamer
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| Light, misty webs
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| I gave you my great seriousness
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| One day you were wildly abandoned
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| I sprinkled a little melancholy in my mind
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| A driving rainy night
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| I once hit you to the ground
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| To make your heart hard
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| But I gently raised you up again
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| And wiped away the tears
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| It's me who taught you to hate
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| I taught you toughness and mockery
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| I gave you the strongest weapons
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| You need to know how to use them well
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| I gave you the watchful eyes
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| On them you must be recognized again
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| Do you meet someone with the same look
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| Need to know he's your friend
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| I'm the street of your childhood
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| I am the root of your being
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| I gave you the watchful eyes
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| On them you must be recognized again
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| Do you meet someone with the same look
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| Need to know he's your friend
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| And you hear cleaner tones
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| Tuned to a more beautiful song
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| Should you long for my vote
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| Cracked and awkward sound
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| Did you fly so far over countries
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| And did you grow out of your friend?
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| I'm the street of your childhood
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| I always know you again
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| I'm the street of your childhood
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| I am the root of your being
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| Gave you the watchful eyes
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| On them you must be recognized again
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| Do you meet someone with the same look
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| Need to know he's your friend
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| Yes, I'm the street of your childhood
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| I am the root of your being
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| And I'm the beating rhythm
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| In everything you long for
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| Did you fly so far over countries
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| And did you grow out of your friend?
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| I'm the street of your childhood
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| I always know you again |