| There’s a time only truth buys
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| In the early small hours of the morning
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| When you brushed the sleep from my eyes
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| And told me stories
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| Electricity
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| The day scrapes the sidewalk
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| Sugar turns to salt
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| Talk is cheap
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| A half-remembered glance from a dirty window
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| I want to take a little walk
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| In the cool night air and see
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| Which way the wind blows
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| There’s another side to the city
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| A life within a life unknown
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| Like blood in the veins of a body it flows
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| Down the alley nobody knows
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| Checkpoint charlie
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| Eyes from a garbage can
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| Reveal the man
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| Is on his toes
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| I want to take a little walk
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| In the cool night air and see
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| Which way the wind blows
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| I want to take a little walk
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| In the cool night air and see
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| Which way the wind blows
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| She gives a sky feeling to the night
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| Waiting 'til you weaken for a moment
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| She’ll buy the diamonds
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| If you’ll buy the pearls
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| For the moment
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| Electricity
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| The night lights a candle
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| Love turns to fire
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| I want to take a little walk
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| In the cool night air and see
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| Which way the wind blows
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| There’s another time to the city |
| A time within a time undone
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| You can untie a knot
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| You can break a deal
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| You can sell what you bought
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| A cut will heal
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| A bone will mend
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| A road will bend
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| Street light blinding
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| Headlight shining
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| Take a little walk
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| In the cool night air and see
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| Which way the wind blows |