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Saw it on the television, heard it on the radio. This in truth, is not |
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yet the end. Bus station, it's 4 a.m. Took a taxi to the city. |
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Matt Ball left. Looking too familiar and I don't know how to feel. |
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Not a penny in my pocket. I'm a stranger. Wanna get home. |
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Spare some change, sir? Wanna get back home. Wanna get back |
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home. 40 miles across the Hudson. Those train tracks. Get back. |
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Can you smile? Here's another joke. Have you got another smoke? |
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I'm broke. Sounds good, but I don't know. |
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I don't know but it sure sounds good to me. I don't care because I |
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still don't know. The way it is, the way it was, the way it's supposed |
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to be. I don't know but it sure sounds good to me. I heard this city |
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never sleeps. |
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I heard this city never sleeps, but its eyes are half-closed. |
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Not a passerby. Babycry. I suppose, that I'm selfish. Stuck and I |
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don't give a fuck. Twenty one. Morning comes. I've heard and |
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had enough. I have no friends It hurts so much to be alone. I wish |
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this night would fucking end. I close my eyes and dream of home. |
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I wish this night would fucking end. I close my eyes and |
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dream of home. |