| Old man lying by the side of the road
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| With the lorries rolling by,
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| Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
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| And the buildings scrape the sky,
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| Cold wind ripping down the alley at dawn
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| And the morning paper flies,
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| Dead man lying by the side of the road
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| With the daylight in his eyes.
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| Don’t let it bring you down
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| It’s only castles burning,
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| Find someone who’s turning
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| And you will come around.
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| Blind man running through the light of the night
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| With an answer in his hand,
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| Come on down to the river of sight
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| And you can really understand,
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| Red lights flashing through the window in the rain,
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| Can you hear the sirens moan?
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| White cane lying in a gutter in the lane,
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| If you’re walking home alone.
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| Don’t let it bring you down
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| It’s only castles burning,
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| Just find someone who’s turning
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| And you will come around.
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| Don’t let it bring you down
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| It’s only castles burning,
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| Just find someone who’s turning
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| And you will come around. |