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The subway station's closed again |
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Sleeps beneath its veil of rain |
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My footprints broken trail behind |
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Steals the nightlights from my mind |
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The dark deserted streets then clear |
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Today has lived and died in here |
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So I leave the chapel gloom |
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To find the shelter of my tiny room |
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But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright |
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It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight |
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Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win |
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While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in |
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The paneled patterns on the door |
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Chase shivering shadows to the floor |
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Upon the pillow worn and thin |
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The memories of hopes begin |
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The carpet with its flowers in shreds |
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Expires a foot before my bed |
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The crack that won't return again |
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Advancing through my broken window pane |
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But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright |
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It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight |
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Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win |
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While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in |
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The friends I've left back home all write |
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With laughing words that warm my sight |
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Saying "Tell us, how's the city life?" |
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And I reply and say just fine |
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And so you see I can't go back |
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Until I either win or crack |
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I'm standing in a one way street |
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The stage is set |
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The story incomplete |
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But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright |
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It's alright till the last winding train fades from sight |
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Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win |
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While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in |
