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Words and music by |
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Roddy Frame |
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Everybody's walking through the city all alone |
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But no one talks about it |
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I am just a simple, unassuming kind of man |
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So neither do |
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I But I walk like the rest and try to do my best ' |
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Til I'm beaten, 'til |
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I'm blue And it shines like the sun inside of everyone |
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Like the neon that |
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I see in the rain |
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On the avenue |
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Everybody's dreaming 'bout a city in the sky |
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Where we can live without love |
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I am just a simple, unassuming kind of guy |
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So so do I |
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But to feed you from a shell, fill you up and wish you |
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Well. That's my reason, it's what |
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I do And it shines in the guise of |
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Egyptian sparkling eyes |
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In the basement of a hotel |
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Paradise On the avenue |
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And if the hotel burns down |
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We'd probably drown 'neath the firemens' hoses |
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Holy Moses! |
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I would still believe that paradise |
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Was there with you |
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Never blue |
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Stuck like glue |
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On the avenue |