| I’m thinking of taking the easy way out
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| Open the window and fall to the ground
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| I could do it, wouldn’t be much to it.
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| I gotta little place here in the city
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| It’s kinda small and dirty, it’s a bedsitter
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| And there’s a lot of us living here wall to wall in one big house.
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| And when the night comes ‘round, I can see a lot of lonely lights
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| There are people in there breathing but it don’t seem right
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| In the streets way down below me, I’m listening for just one sound
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| But nobody comes around in bedsitterland.
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| And there’s a man down below me on the balcony crying to be heard
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| Screaming to be heard, I’m haunted by his words
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| And the people in the street just shrug their shoulders saying he’s disturbed
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| He’s in another world, screaming at the birds
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| Crying to be heard, I hear his every word.
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| I’ve slept in the gutter on a summer’s day
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| Oh, I’ve bummed cigarettes in the night cafes
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| Oh, I’ve joined the breadline, believe I got a deadline.
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| I gotta little place here in the city
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| Oh, it’s kind of small and dirty, it’s a bedsitter
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| And there’s a lot of us living here wall to wall in one big house.
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| And when the night comes down, I can see a lot of lonely lights
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| There are people outside breathing but id don’t seem right
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| In the street way down below me, I’m listening for just a sound
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| But nobody comes around, oh the lights are going down
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| Nobody comes around in bedsitterland. |