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Song:The Singer
Album:Kicking Against The PricksGenres:Pop
Year:1986 Length:189 sec

Lyrics:

As I walk these narrow streets where a million passin feet have trod before me
With my guitar in my hand,, suddenly I realize nobody knows me
Where yesterday the multitude screamed and cried my name out for a song
Today the streets are empty and the crowds have all gone home

I pass a million houses but there is no place that I belong
All I knew to give you was song after song after song
All the truths I tried to tell you were as distant to you as the moon
Born two-hundred years too late and two-hundred years too soon

I'm a child of this age locked into the pages of your book
And when I am but dust and clay and all the children stop to take a look
Will they marvel at the miracles I did perform and the heights I did aspire
Or will they tear out the pages of the book to light a fire

With the rain on my face, there is no place where I belong
Did you forget this singer so soon? And did you forget my song?




 

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