| Broadway’s dark tonight
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| A little bit weaker than you used to be
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| Broadway’s dark tonight
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| See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar
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| Waiting for his turn to die
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| The cowboy kills the rock star
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| And Friday night’s gone too far
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| The dim light hides the years
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| On all the faded girls
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| Forgotten but not gone
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| You drink it off your mind
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| You talk about the world like it’s someplace that you’ve been
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| You see, you’d love to run home, but you know you ain’t got one
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| Cause you’re living in a world that you’re best forgotten, around here
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| Broadway’s dark tonight
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| A little bit weaker than you used to be
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| Broadway’s dark tonight
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| See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar
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| Waiting for his turn to die
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| You choke down all your anger
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| Forget your only son
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| You pray to statues when you sober up for fun
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| Your anger don’t impress me
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| The world slapped in your face
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| It always rains like hell on the loser’s day parade
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| You see, you’d love to run home, but you know you ain’t got one
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| Cause you’re living in a world that you’re best forgotten, around here
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| When you’re thinking you’re a joke and nobody’s going to listen
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| To the one small point I know they’ve been missing around here
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| Broadway’s dark tonight
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| A little bit weaker than you used to be
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| Broadway’s dark tonight
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| See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar
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| Waiting for his turn to die
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| You see, you’d love to run home, but you know you ain’t got one
|
| Cause you’re living in a world that you’re best forgotten, around here
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| When you’re thinking you’re a joke and nobody’s going to listen
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| To the one small point I know they’ve been missing around here
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| Broadway’s dark tonight
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| A little bit weaker than you used to be
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| Broadway’s dark tonight
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| See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar
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| Waiting for his turn to die |