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Brooklyn road neil diamondif i close my eyesi can almost hear my mothercallinand', andquot;neil, go find your brotherdaddyand's home, and itand's time for supperhurry onandquot;and i see two boysracinand' up two flights of staircasesquirminand' into papaand's embraceand his whiskers warm on their facewhereand's it goneoh, whereand's it gonetwo floors above the butcherfirst door on the rightlife filled to the brimas i stood by my windowand i looked out of thosebrooklyn roadsi can still recallthe smells of cookinand' in the hallwaysrubbers drying in the doorwaysand report cards i was alwaysafraid to showmamaand'd come to schooland as iand'd sit there softly cryingteacherand'd say, andquot;heand's just not tryingheand's got a good head if heand'd apply itandquot;but you know yourselfitand's always somewhere elsei built me a castlewith dragons and kingsand iand'd ride off with themas i stood by my windowand looked out on thosebrooklyn roadsthought of going backbut all iand'd see are strangerand's facesand all the scars that love erasesbut as my mind walks through thoses placesiand'm wonderinand'whatand's come of themdoes some other young boycome home to my roomdoes he dream what i didas he stands by my windowand looks out on thosebrooklyn roadsfrom: sergio souza andlt;pedagogo@usa.netandgt;
Neil Diamond
Brooklyn road
Brooklyn road
Brooklyn road neil diamondif i close my eyesi can almost hear my mothercallinand', andquot;neil, go find your brotherdaddyand's home, and itand's time for supperhurry onandquot;and i see two boysracinand' up two flights of staircasesquirminand' into papaand's embraceand his whiskers warm on their facewhereand's it goneoh, whereand's it gonetwo floors above the butcherfirst door on the rightlife filled to the brimas i stood by my windowand i looked out of thosebrooklyn roadsi can still recallthe smells of cookinand' in the hallwaysrubbers drying in the doorwaysand report cards i was alwaysafraid to showmamaand'd come to schooland as iand'd sit there softly cryingteacherand'd say, andquot;heand's just not tryingheand's got a good head if heand'd apply itandquot;but you know yourselfitand's always somewhere elsei built me a castlewith dragons and kingsand iand'd ride off with themas i stood by my windowand looked out on thosebrooklyn roadsthought of going backbut all iand'd see are strangerand's facesand all the scars that love erasesbut as my mind walks through thoses placesiand'm wonderinand'whatand's come of themdoes some other young boycome home to my roomdoes he dream what i didas he stands by my windowand looks out on thosebrooklyn roadsfrom: sergio souza andlt;pedagogo@usa.netandgt;