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For as long as I recall

There’s this picture on my wall

Of a place where two roads meet--

Park Avenue and Tyson Street

Chorus: Part of my life, frozen in time

In a gas light with a blue line

I can go back there any time

Marble stairs and red-brick rows

Look the same each way you go;

Park Avenue runs north and south

While Tyson Street lives hand-to-mouth

Artists on the sidewalk, painting in pairs

Making ends meet, she’s selling her hair

Captured in a frame, take me back there

There are no faces on these streets

And no business to complete

For as long as I recall

There’s this picture on my wall

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