I remember my old Beethoven Street:
with the market on the corner always closed.
A place that will never change in time;
when you find it you can tell that it's mine.
Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn,
motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark...
I knew I could never really leave:
there's a handprint on the sidewalk I've outgrown.
In a place that I will always call my home...
Never forget it. Never leave it alone
Never let it go now.
You know Beethoven was my own.
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I remember my old Beethoven Street:
with the market on the corner always closed.
A place that will never change in time;
when you find it you can tell that it's mine.
Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn,
motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark...
I knew I could never really leave:
there's a handprint on the sidewalk I've outgrown.
In a place that I will always call my home...
Never forget it. Never leave it alone
Never let it go now.
You know Beethoven was my own.
with the market on the corner always closed.
A place that will never change in time;
when you find it you can tell that it's mine.
Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn,
motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark...
I knew I could never really leave:
there's a handprint on the sidewalk I've outgrown.
In a place that I will always call my home...
Never forget it. Never leave it alone
Never let it go now.
You know Beethoven was my own.