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Not one of the better days |
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Nighttime, turn around |
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Lonely is the city tonight |
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Nighttime, all around |
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Lonely in the city tonight |
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Grey people stare at a static sky (as you will) |
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Ours is not to question why |
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Same thing, every time |
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It always seems to need what |
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I'm not To all the hopeful ones: |
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Nobody gives a **** what you've got |
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I only wish that |
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I could pray to god (but you will) |
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Stay longer |
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Please don't leave me alone |
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Bastard, mother, father, no... |
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Time passed quicker than you will ever know |
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And they can push me harder |
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But you know |
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I'll never go |
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And they will justify it, but you know |
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It will take them slow |
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The girl from blue city |
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The lights from across the harbour |
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And the boys are out on the corners |
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Sex in the neon basements (red and smelly) |
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And don't feel a thing (it's too cold to worry) |
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So in the corner by the dock |
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Where there's no light |
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It smells like piss but no one knows |
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And right now just to sleep would be alright ... |
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Feel old, gone where the feelings go ... |
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Gone now in a field of green |
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Gone where feelings go... |