| Shadows come creepin' down the alleys
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| Lonesome lines the boulevard
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| Neon flickers to the rhythm of the night
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| But this evenin', sleep is coming hard
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| Down the concrete hallways in this part of town
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| You can hear the young hearts drowning in thirst for life
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| The back streets full of mystery, people
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| Frozen in their dreams
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| Too little mercy, too little love
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| Too much night, it’s too much tonight
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| The eastern avenue runs level with the river
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| In between lies the freight yard of boxcar blues
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| Eastern avenue railway, come on, come on and deliver
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| This load of tears and this pair of walking shoes
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| Boy’s got the eastern avenue river railway blues
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| Trapped between him and the city
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| He packed a bag and took one south bound over the line
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| Trapped between him and the pity, he suffers for those unfaithful times
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| Well, eastbound river railway runs swift and hard
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| He swears tonight he’s gonna take that ride
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| Jerk a cold steel freight train right down the boulevard
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| He ain’t gonna stop 'til all the loneliness collides
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| 'Cause it’s too much tonight |