| As a kid the summers seemed so long
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| The dusk a never ending song
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| Too much, too young
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| He’d never hear it again
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| A walk through the dismal streets
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| The alleys where the junkies sleep
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| Too much, too young
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| «Well, that will never be me»
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| Slow, hand in hand to the boardwalk’s end
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| His mother’s words like the biting wind
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| «Please don’t leave me»
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| He’ll never hear them again
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| «Keep quiet, stay out of sight»
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| Her sunken eyes that used to burn so bright
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| «Please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me»
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| So he hid pressed against the wall
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| Under stairs in the darkened hall
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| The sound of heartbreak reminded him of home
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| Shadows move slow across the floor
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| A minute seemed like a day or more
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| The end of heartache when she opened the door
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| The sights, sounds, smell of burnt out shame, pride, spite, love
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| They all come here to die
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| He sobs, «Please take me away
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| Please mother bring us home safe
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| On nameless streets the way we came»
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| And suddenly she prayed for better days
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| And for redemption
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| Sullenly she prayed to keep from harm’s way and for conviction
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| But there’s no forgiveness here
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| No hope beyond that pier
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| No way to get out now
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| Not for her in this dead end town
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| And that drunk is waiting up
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| Him and Jack, the empty cup
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| «Where you been?
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| What you on?
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| Who’d you fuck?»
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| One more drink to toast «good luck»
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| She gets a stiff hand from the old man
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| Like the bourbon he’s been drinking, black out
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| And she gets a stiff hand from the old man
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| Like the bourbon he’s been drinking, black out
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| The summers seemed so long
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| The dusk a never ending song
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| Too much, too young
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| He’d never sleep again
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| Too much, too young
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| «Well, that will never be me» |