| I walked out in the city night
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| A burning in my eyes, like it was broad daylight
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| And it was hot, down there in the crowd
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| The stars went out behind a thunder cloud
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| Chatter in the air, like a telegraph line
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| Big drops hissing on the neon sign
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| Thumping in my heart, and it’s hurting me to see
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| Smokestack blowing, now they’re pouring
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| Heavy water on me
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| She was a southern girl. |
| we stared man to man
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| I move like a stranger in this strange land
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| She was a round hole, I was a square peg
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| I watched the little black specks running down her leg
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| Didn’t seem to mind that dirty rain coming down ---
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| Shirt hanging open. |
| she was wet and brown
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| Thumping in my heart, and it’s hurting me to see
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| Smokestack blowing, now they’re pouring
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| Heavy water on me
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| What goes up has to fall back down
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| It’s no night to be out dancing in a party town
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| When it runs hot and it runs so wide ---
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| Running in the street like a thin black tide
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| Chatter in the air, like a telegraph line
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| Big drops hissing on the neon sign
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| Thumping in my heart, and it’s hurting me to see
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| Smokestack blowing, now they’re pouring
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| Heavy water on me |