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I dig the sound of the old street carsHooker's perfume and the shabby barsThat old cop who busted meNever forgot my nameI dig the summer and the sticky sheetsThe traffic and the litter and the jukebox beatsThe night winds stir the old ghostsAnd they haunt those less likely They cry out loud and sound their warningYour legends won't survive the morning lightThey tryBack on the streetsBack on the streetsNow over in the corner stands Louie's BarThe names have all been changedAnd Louie's pictures in the frameBack on the streetsHe's in the hall of fameSo there you have your legends boyAgnes lives alone on 42nd streetBadgered by a fat man's memoryBack on the streetsSongtexteShe won't get too farGettin' riddled in the darkShe cry's out loud and sounds a warningHer memory won't survive the morning lightOh but she triesBack on the streetsBack on the streetsIn a world that's sometimes coldWhere all is bought and soldLike clothes we outgrowOh love is patient and it's kindIt never looks behindOr changes its mindOh but they tryBack on the streetsBack on the streetsThey dieOh how they lieBack on the streetsBack on the streetsBack on the streets they dieOh how they tryBack on the streetsBack on the streetsThey lie they lie they lie they lie Aus Songtexte Mania