| My town, empty like my pockets
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| I chase your shadow for a while
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| But I can’t crack a smile
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| Ghost town, living in this small town
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| Towered by the city lights
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| On these lonely nights
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| Oh, my friend
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| It’s been long
|
| No need to pretend
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| You’re just one step ahead
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| And I’m hot on your trail
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| But then you run, run, run from me
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| Your voice, muffled in a phone call
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| There’s laughter in the background
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| And it’s all around
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| So take me, take me to the concrete
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| Show me to the angels, the industry
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| Oh, my friend
|
| It’s been long
|
| No need to pretend
|
| You’re just one step ahead
|
| And I’m hot on your trail
|
| But then you run, run, run from me
|
| Run from me
|
| Run from me
|
| My town, empty like my pockets
|
| I chase your shadow for a while
|
| But I can’t crack a smile
|
| Ghost town, living in this small town
|
| Towered by the city lights
|
| On these lonely nights
|
| Oh, my friend
|
| It’s been long
|
| No need to pretend
|
| You’re just one step ahead
|
| And I’m hot on your trail
|
| But then you run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, from me |