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The kids 'round here look just like sticks |
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They trade old licks with a beat up six |
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I just smile and catch the groove |
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Gothic girls all dress in black |
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Serious as heart attacks |
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It takes a little bit of getting used to |
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The old man with the whiskey stains |
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Lost the night forgot his name |
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His poor wife will sleep alone again |
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And it ain't hard to understand |
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Why she's holding on to her own hand |
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It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea |
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No one's asking me for favors |
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No one's looking for a savior |
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They're too busy saving me |
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I've seen a lone, Sloane ranger drive |
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Seems her chauffeur took a dive |
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And sold her secrets to the sun |
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And later in a magazine I finally figured what it means |
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To be a saint, not a queen |
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Two lustful lovers catch a spark |
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Chase their shadows in the dark |
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Someone's getting off tonight |
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Of a big red bus that's packed so tight |
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It disappears in a trail of light |
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Somewhere someone's dreaming, baby, it's all right |
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It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea |
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No one's asking me for favors |
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No one's looking for a savior |
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They're too busy saving me |
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Midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea |
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No one's pinned dreams on me |
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No one's asking me to bleed |
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I'm the man I want to be when Chelsea girls sing |
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It's morning when I go to sleep |
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In the distant dawn a church bell rings |
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Another day is coming on |
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A baby's born, an old man dies |
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Somewhere young lovers kiss good-bye |
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I leave my soul and just move on |
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And wish that I was there to sing this song |
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It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea |
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No one's asking me for favors |
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No one's looking for a savior |
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They're too busy saving me |
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It's midnight in Chelsea, yeah |
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No one's pinned dreams on me |
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No one's asking me to bleed |
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I'm the man I want to be |
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The man I want to be, the man I want to be |
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Midnight in Chelsea |
