[WHEN APPEARS THE "*"
IT MEANS THAT ONLY THE NOTE SHOULD
BE PLAYED INSTEAD THE CHORD]
INTRO:
As I walk through the streets of my new city
my back feeling much better, I suppose
I've reclaimed the use of my imagination
for better or for worse, I've yet to know
but I always knew you'd be the one to understand me,
I guess that's why it took so long to get things right.
Suddenly I'm lost
On my street
On my block
Oh why, Oh why
Oh why haven't you been there for me?
Can't you see, I'm losing my mind this time?
This time it's for real, I can see
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All the trees are turning red
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The beggars near bodegas grin at me
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I think they want something
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I close my eyes, I tell myself to breathe
and be calm.
Be calm.
I know you feel like you are breaking down.
Well I know that it gets so hard sometimes.
Be calm.
I'm scared that everyone is out to get me.
"These days before you speak to me you pause."
"I always see you looking out your window."
"After all, you lost your band, you left your mom."
Now every single crack, every pain that I pass,
says I should either leave or pick it up
But with every single buck I've made
I'm saddled with bad luck that came
the moment I was baptized
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or when I found out one day I'm gonna die
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if only I could find my people or my place in life
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then when they come to 'carolin'
* * * *
so loud, so bright, the theremin
* * *
will lead us to a chorus
* * * * *
where we'll all rejoice and sing a song that goes:
Oh be calm.
Be calm.
I know you feel like you are breaking down.
I know that it gets so hard sometimes,
Be calm.
Take it from me, I've been there a thousand times.
You hate your pulse because it thinks you're still alive
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and e-very--thing's wrong
It just gets so hard sometimes
Be calm.
I don't remember much that night,
* * *
Just walking, thinking fondly of you
Thinking how the worst is yet to come
From that street corner came a song
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And I can't remember the man,
The panhandler or his melody.
The words exchanged had far exceeded any change I'd given thee.
Oh be calm.
Be calm.
I know you feel like you are breaking down.
I know that it gets so hard sometimes,
Be calm.
Take it from me, I've been there a thousand times.
You hate your pulse because it thinks you're still alive
and e-very--thing's wrong
It just gets so hard sometimes
Be calm.
Be calm.
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by: Allan Lauzid