| Saw it on the television
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| Heard it on the radio
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| This in truth, is not yet the end
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| Bus station, it’s 4 a. |
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| Took a taxi to the city, Matt Ball left
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| Looking too familiar and I don’t know how to feel
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| Not a penny in my pocket
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| I’m a stranger, wanna get home
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| Spare some change, sir?
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| (Wanna get back home!)
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| Wanna get back home, 40 miles
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| Across the Hudson, those train tracks
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| Get back, can you smile?
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| Here’s another joke
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| Have you got another smoke?
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| I’m broke, sounds good, but I don’t know
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| (Let's go!)
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| I don’t know but it sure sounds good to me
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| I don’t care because I still don’t know
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| The way it is, the way it was, the way it’s supposed to be
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| I don’t know but it sure sounds good to me
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| I heard this city never sleeps
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| I heard this city never sleeps, but its eyes are half-closed
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| Not a passerby, baby cry, I suppose
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| That I’m selfish, stuck
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| And I don’t give a fuck
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| Twenty one, morning comes
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| I’ve heard and had enough
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| (I'm so sick of this!)
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| I have no friends It hurts so much to be alone
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| I wish this night would fucking end
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| I close my eyes and dream of home
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| I don’t know but it sure sounds good to me
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| I don’t care because I still don’t know
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| The way it is, the way it was, the way it’s supposed to be
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| I don’t know but it sure sounds good to me
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| I heard this city never sleeps
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| I wish this night would fucking end
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| I close my eyes and I dream of home |