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Bread Crumbs
There is a corner
Somewhere off Broadway
There was a story, never told
I was the ears
When the first time it opened
63 years, like dirty gold
He sang like the angels heard him, oh
God, tell me it's over
This life on my shoulder
Is killing my soul
Bread crumbs on a lonely
Street, they don't own me
They're making me stone
He spoke of the water
His faith and his daughter
His answers and questions of the war
Said when he was younger
His dreams were his heartland
He can't find his way back anymore
And then, like a prayer, he left me, oh
God, tell me it's over
This life on my shoulder
Is killing my soul
Bread crumbs on a lonely
Street, they don't own me
They're making me stone
Somedays, I am restless
For why? My best guess
Is there's a message to impart
I'll always remember
More than an ember
One lonely sailor in my heart
A shout from the mouth, all I hear, oh
God, tell me it's over
This life on my shoulder
Is killing my soul
Bread crumbs on a lonely
Street, they don't own me
They're making me stone
God, tell me it's over
This life on my shoulder
Is killing my soul, soul
Bread crumbs on a lonely
Street, they don't own me
But they're making me stone, yeah
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But they're making me stone, yeah
Street, they don't own me
Bread crumbs on a lonely
Is killing my soul, soul
This life on my shoulder
God, tell me it's over
They're making me stone
Street, they don't own me
Bread crumbs on a lonely
Is killing my soul
This life on my shoulder
God, tell me it's over
A shout from the mouth, all I hear, oh
One lonely sailor in my heart
More than an ember
I'll always remember
Is there's a message to impart
For why? My best guess
Somedays, I am restless
They're making me stone
Street, they don't own me
Bread crumbs on a lonely
Is killing my soul
This life on my shoulder
God, tell me it's over
And then, like a prayer, he left me, oh
He can't find his way back anymore
His dreams were his heartland
Said when he was younger
His answers and questions of the war
His faith and his daughter
He spoke of the water
They're making me stone
Street, they don't own me
Bread crumbs on a lonely
Is killing my soul
This life on my shoulder
God, tell me it's over
He sang like the angels heard him, oh
63 years, like dirty gold
When the first time it opened
I was the ears
There was a story, never told
Somewhere off Broadway
There is a corner
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