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Down The Street

Nov 1999 Flying Stone

1
Go down the street. Go down the street.
Go down the street. See Ya walkin, talkin, watchin all the people movin round.
See Ya turn Your head, see You thinkin 'bout
what’s goin on in all these brains, what’s goin on, what’s goin on.
See Ya close Your eyes. See, You glide away,
Escape from this reality, reality, reality.

2
Go down the street. Go down the street.
Go down the street. See Ya dreamin, drinkin, spitting pieces of Your broken heart.
See Ya rise Your head. See Ya watch my face.
A foolish smile and eyes of glass. Eyes of glass. Eyes of glass.
See Your open hand begging for a cent.
Your nose is wet, a dirty face. A dirty face, a dirty face.

3
Go down the street. Go down the street.
Go down the street. See Your place: It's empty! Trash is scattered on the ground around.
See Ya sinkin down, slowly on the ground.
A toilet is Your final place. Your final place, Your final place.
See Your hangin head, the needle in Your hand.
The game is run. Ya took the train to anywhere, anywhere.

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