| The city streets are all closing in
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| No place to hide from that cold cold wind
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| Down here on the ground people rush around
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| Running home before night begins
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| But I just walk round 'cause this ain’t my town
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| It’s darker now and it feels like rain
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| The wind blows hard, all the shopfronts strain
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| There are neon signs showing date and time
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| The people cram in those rush hour trains
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| But I just walk round 'cause this ain’t my town
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| I’ve tried all the city bars, this place could be Mars, I feel so alone
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| I’ve seen every movie show, I stay till they close, I’m so far from home
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| The French I learnt at school don’t help me at all, I feel so alone
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| So alone — I don’t have the money to
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| Telephone — if I had my way I would
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| Run for home — there’s no chance of that so I’m
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| On my own — wishing that I could be
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| Flying home — if only I could I would
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| Try to phone — I’m cold and I’m tired and I’m
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| So alone
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| The rain comes quick, I find the nearest bar
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| Just one small beer, I know it won’t go far
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| Too much time to drink, too much time to think
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| I never thought that it would be so hard
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| But I just walk round 'cause this ain’t my town
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| I’ve tried all the city bars, this place could be Mars, I feel so alone
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| I’ve seen every movie show, I stay till they close, I’m so far from home
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| The French I learnt at school don’t help me at all, I feel so alone
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| So alone — I don’t have the money to
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| Telephone — if I had my way I would
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| Run for home — there’s no chance of that so I’m
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| On my own — wishing that I could be
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| Flying home — if only I could I would
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| Try to phone — I’m cold and I’m tired and I’m
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| So alone |