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The cars leave their trails of hot & cold light inside my head |
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Like burned-in long exposure pictures |
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The wheels spin slowly backwards |
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Strobing in the amber light |
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And the rain comes down and washes my brain |
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But it don't get clean |
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This town has turned me into what |
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I have become |
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This town dresses me up like a stranger |
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This town performs in the window like the ultimate gift |
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This town takes us down |
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I feel like |
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I'm losing you to this town |
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We were saving our money for half of our lives |
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We were saving our dreams |
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And we came to this place to make the chances real in the big city |
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But I've been counting the days |
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I've been watching you change |
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And I can feel it dying |
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The noise outside takes you in it's arms like a lamb to a lion |
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And down there somewhere among the noise |
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The magazine dolls and the big money boys |
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Move silently on their easy heels |
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They move silently on their greasy wheels |
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This town has turned me into what |
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I have become |
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This town dresses you up like a stranger |
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This town hangs around in the doorway and tells me |
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I'm lateThis town takes us down, takes us down |
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I feel like |
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I'm losing you to this town |
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The morning breaks and |
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I watch you awake and this town takes you down away from me again |