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So you're telling me again about Prospect StreetAnd I'm wondering just what fortune I'll meetYou'd never believe itYou know that I just can't seeHow wonderful the imagination can be But there's something in the back of my mindSay's it'll all fall into place in timeBut it's a genuine fact of lifeThat the sun never shines on Prospect StreetYou talk about loveLove of the good thingsAnd the problems that the hand of fate bringsI take a walk to wherever I'm goingAnd I'm sure you knowThat's a long, long way from heavenBut when I'm listening to the twilight soundAnd there's still people up moving aroundYou know the sad thing about it isThat I would really love to think it exists - Prospect StreetOn Prospect StreetYou better believe in itAnd you can make anything come trueYou can take it or leave itWhen I'm down on Prospect StreetOn Prospect Street From Letras Mania