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Lonely Star was just a shy boy

from the wrong side of town

but he was made of music

and needed to sing it loud

So off he took with a guitar

and with an old bag full of dreams,

facing the world alone and free,

singing a different song

for anyone;

the look of sorrowful angel,

a smile that will never forget

the cold

of a night(in South End)...

He never took the road back

though there were times so bad;

maybe some day he will happen

to walk down a City Strand

and cross a guy with a guitar

carrying an old bag full of dreams,

ready to risk it all like him,

singing a different song

for anyone;

the face of a slovenly angel,

a brother who'll never forget

the pain of a night in South End...

...another cold night

in South End...