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I saw the streets all ripe with jewels Balconies and the laundry lines They tried to make me welcome there But their streets did not feel like mine
So long, i'm goin?, goin? home
I saw the streets all ripe with jewels Balconies and the laundry lines They tried to make me welcome there But their streets did not feel like mine
So long, i'm goin?, goin? home
