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Somewhere on that old avenue
I got friends who care for me
Maybe something will get better
In my only company

Something seems too familiar
From these faces I haven’t seen
Maybe we once knew each other
Maybe she wished it was me

At certain times I get anxious
3 o’clock in the afternoon
I look forward to a letter
From a friend, on the avenue

2006

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