Leonard Cohen – Stories Of The Street (Guitar)

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The stories of the street are mine, the Spanish voices laugh

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The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas

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And I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose

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Yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose

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I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come

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The cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone

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But let me ask you one more time, o children of the dusk

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All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?

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And where do all these highways go, now that we are free?

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Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me?

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O lady with your legs so fine, o stranger at your wheel

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You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal

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The age of lust is giving birth, and both the parents ask

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The nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass

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And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite

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And one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night

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O come with me my little one, we will find that farm

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And grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm

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And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am

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O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb

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With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl

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I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world

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We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky

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And lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye