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By Laura Nyro, You don’t have your own
you’re livin’ through others
toss and turn
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By Laura Nyro, There’s peace of mind
now that I draw the line
will you
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By Laura Nyro, Autumn’s child is catchin’ hell
for having been too naïve to
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By Laura Nyro, and I don't really care
if it's peace you find in
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By Laura Nyro, Of the animal question
animal grace
I love my dog
I rest my
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By Laura Nyro, Cold jade wind
not an angel in the sky
just cold jade
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By Laura Nyro, Billy’s blue
with his head hangin’ to
his shoes
Right the wrong
or play
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By Laura Nyro, You ole fire
I’m mad with desire
you’re my favorite one
got me
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By Laura Nyro, Morning
come to the windows
of the street
sellin’ red watermelon
five cents a
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By Laura Nyro, California shoeshine boys
countin’ up their dimes
countin’ up the girls they’ve
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By Laura Nyro, Mama, mama
you’re a whiz and a scholar too
mama, open
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By Laura Nyro, Children of the Junks
slant-eyed
Children of the Junks
go by
mama’s comin’ soon
and
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By Laura Nyro, Here’s your old friendship ring
I can’t wear it no more
here’s
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By Laura Nyro, Gypsy man
the river has seen
our lost melodies
with their notes so
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By Laura Nyro, Kisses from you
in the flames of December’s boudoir
they fill me
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By Laura Nyro, Eli’s comin’
Eli’s a comin’
Whoa, you better hide your heart
your lovin’
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By Laura Nyro, Hands off the man
the flim flam man
his mind is up
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By Laura Nyro, Don’t go to Gibsom 'cross the river
the devil is hungry
the
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By Laura Nyro, He’s a runner
and he’ll run away
soon there’ll be no man
woman
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By Laura Nyro, Well, I met him on a Sunday...
(Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh,
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By Laura Nyro, We went to a Japanese restaurant
the dogs, the kids, and
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By Laura Nyro, Lazy flower
my, you’ve grown so tall
I have lost
and loved him
you
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By Laura Nyro, In the zoo
they gave him a cage
circus put a sparkle
on
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By Laura Nyro, I wrote this song for Louise Nevelson, the sculptor,
also Billie
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By Laura Nyro, Yes, I’m ready
So come on, Luckie
Well, there’s an avenue
of devil
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By Laura Nyro, Where is your woman?
gone to Spanish Harlem
gone to buy you
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By Laura Nyro, Madison smiled
and she hung with a band of
strays
the band
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By Laura Nyro, she said—
“I’m young enough
I’m old enough
to paint a smile
I tasted
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By Laura Nyro, On a street corner
where the kids boogie all night
or where
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By Laura Nyro, my innocence, my innocence
comes from my mother
my innocence, my innocence
comes