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My heart is the bums on the street
With nothing to eat
And their dirty hands cupped up
My heart is the squirrels in the park

Late Sunday evening, dodging the raindrops
My heart is a barrel of fire
That blows burning ashes at a telephone wire
My heart is the avenue wind rattling street signs
With its delicate din

What did I do to cause you to leave me?
Girl, if you just knew what I'm going through
I lost my pride, my head hangs in sorrow
Every inch of the city reminds me of you

My heart is the schoolyard
So empty, vacant of smiles and void of all joy

Teaming with beats that reverberate fear

My heart is the newspaper blowing down the street
When it's snowing and no ones around
My heart is a saxophone solo from a 3rd storied window
Just before dawn

My heart is the smell of the sewer
The taste of the lobster, the price of the wine
My heart is the rush of the traffic
The tug of the music, the scene of the crime

My heart is a crowd that keeps cheering
The trains by the river, the points that we score
My heart is this wondrous city
With its love and its life and it's one slamming door

My heart is the bums on the street
With nothing to eat
And their dirty hands cupped up