Down the dirty city street,
black-topped sneak- en on my feet,
I raced thru ear - ly teen - age years
and dealt with all those pain-less fears
Wait - ing as the school - bell rang
to drop my books and join the gang
in alley fights and stick ball games
when passing girls wore dirty names chorus
Over my(your) shoulder and back thru the years
I can see (you will see your) fathers eyes
in my(your) memory
saying (telling you) why Jesus died upon the cross and all was won and nothing lost
and how the truth will set you free yeah
and how (son) the truth will set you free
the truth will set you free
the truth will set you free
the truth will set you free
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I turned my collar, I combed my hair,
I'd hide all the con - fu - sion there,
when two dimes made my pock - ets ring
I was a wealthy New York king
Be- ing cool by the can - dy store
i knew my world yet wanted more
my high school colours of black and blue
they would disturb my point of view
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Our candy store turned shopping mall,
and two dimes won't buy much at all,
the boy, Ca-r-so, on ____ the street.....
is a fa-ther now in slip - pered feet
Who tells his...... son........
as years go by,.....
how gods the truth and hates a lie
its not whats in your pockets son
but whats in your heart that makes us one
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