| It was a kind of town, edge of the universe
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| Nothin' happened there to ever make the news
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| Lived a little boy and a girl next door
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| Had opinions and independent views
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| They dreamed of nights and big city lights
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| It helped to kill each dreary day
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| And all the things that gettin' out would bring
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| If only they could get away
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| He say
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| I can’t hold on 'cause I’m feelin' strong
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| But there’s so many things I’m not knowing
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| But the city light didn’t burn so bright
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| And the light of day was never warm
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| And the little boy got into one more fight
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| And the girl next dorr said «I miss my home»
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| He said «believe in me»
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| She said «I don’t know»
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| He said «can't you see?»
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| I can’t hold on 'cause I’m feelin' strong
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| And there’s so many things I’m not knowing
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| And I can’t hang round this one-horse town
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| When my soul’s tied down, I’m for going
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| So the little boy became a broken man
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| With a broken face and broken dreams
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| And the girl next door disappeared one day
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| And in her place
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| Was a woman-child, with long red hair
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| And a price per hour, that she feels is fair
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| I can’t hold on, I’m not feeling strong
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| There’s so many things that hurt me now
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| And I can’t step down from this big cold town
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| Where my soul’s tied down |