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Sitting down, |
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Sleeping city sidewalks, |
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To see what light and darkness brings. |
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A man in the moons, |
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That can't carry a smile, |
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Can't have smile in the back of the head. |
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I start to spare the day with grass, |
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To see what dark and lightness brings, |
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The old man under the other boxes, |
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"Boy I seen so many things". |
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Yeah, Yeah Yeah, |
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Don't fear, the end, |
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I stumble up, |
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And streetlights flicker, |
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Never got things so clean in the dark, |
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And something's always dying, |
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Something's always been born, |
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But if something's always been born, |
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That means some things always die, |
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And if no son plays on when this plays out, |
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Then what's the use in trying? |
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Yeah, yeah yeah, |
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Don't fear, the end, |
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Yeah, |
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Don't fear, the end, |
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Is near, |
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Goodbye. |
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When the motorcycle helm, |
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Comes, falling out as in the distance, |
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So I hitch myself a ride, |
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With three kind old sisters, |
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We watch the runway stand by, |
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Two sons above the low crime, |
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Lost exit and a one way out for me, |
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To the west, to the north, to the south. |
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I'm heading home in daylight, |
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Dazzled by reflections of the sun, |
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The shadow falls behind, |
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'Cause I'm just the same as everyone. |
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Yeah, yeah yeah, |
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Don't fear, the end, |
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Outside the road is turning, |
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I'm falling through the sky, |
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For hours in the distance, |
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Three sisters standing by. |
