| Broadway is dark tonight
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| A little bit weaker than you used to be
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| Broadway is dark tonight
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| See the young man sittin' in the old man’s bar
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| Waitin' for his turn to die
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| The cowboy kills the rock star
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| And Friday night’s gone too far
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| The dim light hides the years
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| On all the faded girls
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| Forgotten but not gone
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| You drink it off your mind
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| You talk about the world
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| Like it’s someplace that you’ve been
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| You see you’d love to run home
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| But you know you ain’t got one
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| Cause you’re livin' in a world that
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| You’re best forgotten, around here
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| You choke down all your anger
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| Forget your only son
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| You pray to statues when you sober up for fun
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| You’re anger don’t impress me
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| The world slapped in your face
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| It always rains like hell on the loser’s day parade
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| You see you’d love to run home
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| But you know ain’t got one
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| Cause you’re livin' in a world
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| That you’re best forgotten
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| And if you’re thinkin' you’re a joke
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| Do you think that they’ll listen
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| To the one small point
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| I know they’ve been missin' round here
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| You see you’d love to run home
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| But you know ain’t got one
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| Cause you’re livin' in a world
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| That you’re best forgotten
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| And if you’re thinkin' you’re a joke
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| Do you think that they’ll listen
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| To the one small point
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| I know they’ve been missin' round here |