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There's two lost souls finding love in Times SquareThere's the rumble of a train runnin' down a trackLights are turnin' on the great white wayCold beer here, pin stripes are at batPiano man is holding court at the GardenAll the street corner preachers are backFaith believes when it can't seeIn who we are and who we're gonna beAngels ring a cathedral bellAnd on the streets of New YorkAll is wellThe Eastern sun is rising over sunsetTourists taking selfies at the Hollywood signWaxing up their boards down in VeniceAt Mickey's house they're all gathering in line, give it time'Cause faith believes when it can't seeIn who we are and who we're gonna beCity of angels rising through the ashes of hellAnd on the streets of L. AAll is wellThere's a pickup rolling through the heartlandIn the shotgun seat rides her daddy's old six-stringTonight she'll be singin' in a bar on BroadwayShe plays some Willie and everybody singsFaith believes when it can't seeIn who we are and who we're gonna beMusic City's got some tales to tellAnd on the streets of NashvilleAll is wellFaith believes when it can't seeIn who we are and who we're gonna beOur lady in the harbor shinin' like a citadelAnd on the streets of AmericaAll is wellOn the streets of AmericaAll is well
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