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The marble floor is cold And I can smell the sea I walk the streets of old with you The marble floor is cold And I can smell…
…the sea I walk the streets of old with you Standing right by me I sorta knocked you down You couldn't stay awake I left you…
Oh I'm a Jersey Boy, Jersey Boy From the Streets of old East Orange to the Jersey Shore, to the Palisades I'm a Jersey Boy My…
…the George Washington Bridge to the Clairmont Diner to the girls I knew through and through I'm a Jersey Boy, Jersey Boy From the streets of Old…
These haunted streets Of Old Shawnee Am I just one of your ghosts But my love Is not near enough To let me rise So say goodbye I'm home See…
…in the dark The curse of man is to remain Forever as you are Lost on these haunted streets Of Old Shawnee Am I just one of your ghosts But my love Is not near enough To let me rise So say goodbye I'm home…
From the streets of old Victoria to fair old Mabou town From Portage to Spadina listen closely for the sound A voice still echoes…
…walked the streets of old Mexico While Blackbeard was fleecing around the hurricane season He didn't quit because of a girl Yeah, rum…
Something is found Something is lost Went looking for clues On the streets of old New York And I spilled someone's blood I broke…
Just as you had planned 'Cause I've known lonesome things you can't come back from I hope I never see your face again In the streets of Old…
…north today back to the streets of old Fort Collins Tonight I'm home with all my friends F*ck no, I won't miss you I've got some other…
…if you ask me about the pay-roll robbery. Two clerks were shot in the shoe factory on the streets of old Braintree I'll tell you…
…her anymore So don your duffel coats quite slowly And this sad jury has ajurned While on the streets of old san paolo I watch my…
I'm marching to Zion A camera in my hand I hear people cryin' Dyin' for this blood-stained land The streets of old Jerusalem…
…on the day that we met Last night when we painted the town We screamed and we ran, Streets of old Amsterdam Looking for payphones to call Yeah…
Walking down empty streets of old The morning smiles from you to me It's good to be out of the cold Just being here, just being…
If you listen close when the hot wind blows Down the dust filled streets of old tombstone You might hear an old rhyme ringin…
…way down the streets of old town When it's gone, it's tough getting sober Pickin it up through all the frivolous things Summer has…