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Make haste, the light is fading |
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The traders turn the sign |
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The clouds are lost to darkness |
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The bars they spring to life |
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You never loved this city |
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But angel, it loves you |
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Your smile, a roman candle |
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Your eyes are Prussian blue |
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Beware, the crack of lightning |
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Three miles but drawing near |
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The first rain blacks the pavement |
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The birds, they disappear |
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And in the doorway, lovers |
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They share a cigarette |
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Below, the rush of gutter |
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Above, a silhouette |
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You never loved this city |
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But angel, it loves you |
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Your smile, a roman candle |
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Your eyes are Prussian blue |
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I never loved this city |
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But you can keep me here |
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Your love, a stained glass window |
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Your heart, a chandelier |
