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(R. Martin) |
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I'm staying in the city |
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In the dim light |
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I feel complete |
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Though the plaster walls |
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I've worked long and hard for |
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Are moving in |
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You will find me sleeping |
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Without a single soul around |
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Someone unwinding |
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In a lonesome part of town |
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In my best dress and make-up |
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To meet the night |
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I can hardly reach the sink |
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Everything's cock-eyed |
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To the drunk that |
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I'm turning into |
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I've turned into |
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You will find me sleeping |
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Without a single soul around |
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Someone unwinding |
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In a lonesome part of town |
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I don't want your sympathy |
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When I go to speak |
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Stop and listen to me |
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Don't turn away |
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From the words of the gray and aging. |
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You will find me sleeping |
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Without a single soul around |
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Someone unwinding |
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In a lonesome part of town |
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Lonesome town. |