Once I thought if it
I found it everywhere
I know they all connect up
in the dark somewhere
And I stumbled in
it tangled up my feet
and I knew I was caught up
in the web of Division Street
we sought divisions
always splitting up
I poured the measure
drained it from the cup
to brace myself for the one I was to meet
they called him the cold lord
and the master of Division Street
but me I'm looking up
I like this clean line
I like the crossing
and I'm getting mine
I sent a flare up
and my help is coming
and on Division Street
every taut string is humming
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