| In the city, the day is too hot
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| And you’re hoping for relief, 'cuz your head is filled with pain,
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| But you get no relief, 'cuz the night is the same…
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| In the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes.
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| In the night, in the night you feel barely alive.
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| You live your life in darkness, you’ve got pennies on your eyes.
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| But you say that it’s all right, 'cuz you’ve never lived a lie,
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| As you crawl back to your womblike existence in the night.
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| In the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes.
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| In the night, in the night you feel barely alive.
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| You can’t see no light, but you hear those heavy footsteps,
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| And the little man inside twists your tormented mind.
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| Your mind is filled with shadows, your palms are wet with sweat.
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| Limbs are bound and tangled in a fatal net.
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| There are two things you can do.
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| One is turn and fight.
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| The other’s run headlong into the night.
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| In the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes.
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| In the night, in the night you feel barely alive.
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| You can’t see no light, but you hear those heavy footsteps,
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| And the breathing at your side, is it yours, or is it
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| Good bye! |