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In a tired part of the city |
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Waiting for some fast talk, watch 'don't walk' to 'walk'. |
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Easy when you're dreaming standing in a circle, |
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Staring at the movies, laughing at the wrong time. |
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If alcohol could take me there, |
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I'd take a shot a minute |
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And be there by the hour. |
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Take a walk around Times Square |
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With a pistol in my suitcase, and my eyes |
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On the TV. |
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In a car, taking the back seat, staring out the window, |
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Thinking about danger. |
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Playing in a wrong chord, fighting but I'm not free, |
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Talking on the telephone, talking about you and me. |
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If Jesus Christ could take me there |
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I'd fall down on my knees |
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And have no questions to His answers. |
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Take a walk around Times Square |
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With a pistol in my suitcase, and my eyes |
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On the TV. |
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And if I die gaining my senses |
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Wake up in a hotel, staring at the ceiling. |
