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Tin Pan Alley
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David Keenan
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Just across from my old street There’s a place called Tin Pan Alley Where I’ve wandered many nights First went many moons ago As I walk among its ruins Among its broken, battered brickwork Standing proud in pouring rain Against any punch-drunk sky I do roam, I do roam Welcoming the wee small hours My reflection in the windows, those Shadows cast on cobblestone I do roam, I do roam In your footsteps, smoking in the cold The air we breathe’s been tainted Clinging to the leaves, those Songs of old Songs of old Just across from my old street There’s a place called Tin Pan Alley It’s where many souls still dwell Remnants of the last great scene I met a man there on the corner Picking flowers by the roadside Said he was a household name During the last days of Rome Then a voice came from the cover Yeah brother, yeah brother, yeah brother I’ve one arm as long as the other Won’t you tell me Should I repent all of my sins? For I grow old, I grow old I wear the bottoms of me trousers rolled Give me your hand Dance with me again Before I go Let us roam, let us roam Welcoming the wee small hours Oh, reflection in the windows, those Shadows cast on cobblestone Let us roam, let us roam In your footsteps, smoking in the cold The air we breathe’s been tainted Clinging to the leaves, those Songs of old Songs of old Clinging to the leaves Songs of old
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