Avenue
All alone walking down the avenue,
how many times have I been here before?
In a circle spinning round and round,
will someone show me to their door?
(chorus) But no, blue avenue is my home,
oh yeah, always set to roam,
and I know there should be somewhere I can go,
but no, blue avenue is my home.--
And the rain falls down upon the street,
squashing down I feel my drenched feet,
cold and wet is not a problem for me,
it's this loneliness that is killing me. (chorus)
Will someone show me to their door,
how many times have I been turned away before?...
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