| Boy on the bus with the startled face,
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| Delicate hands at that difficult age.
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| Clutching so hard at a plastic bag
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| A masterpiece in bone and rag.
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| Inaminate ghosts on the 46,
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| The wizened trees look like pick-up sticks.
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| Everybody said «she's a generous girl»
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| Now they’re pulling up her body from the black canal.
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| Sweet defeat, I wanna leave the city so bad!
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| Dog tired on my feet, I wanna leave the city so bad.
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| Take everything that we own, turn the lights off and go
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| And never look back.
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| You just say the word, the word
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| I won’t say no.
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| I dunno, but I’ve noticed you
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| Ain’t been walking that way with our boy, it’s true
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| Everywhere you look it’s burial ground
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| Every swirling eddy where your dreams get drowned
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| They get drowned.
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| Sweet defeat, I wanna leave the city so bad!
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| Dog tired on my feet, I wanna leave the city so bad.
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| Take everything that we own, turn the lights off and go
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| And never look back.
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| You just say the word, the word, the word
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| The word.
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| Sweet defeat, I wanna leave the city so bad!
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| Dog tired on my feet, I wanna leave the city so bad.
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| All the lonely streets, I wanna leave the city so bad.
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| Dog tired on my feet, on my feet,
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| I wanna leave, I wanna leave, I wanna leave, yeah
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| Take everything that we own, turn the lights off and go
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| And never look back, never look back.
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| Everything that we own, turn the lights off and go
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| And never look back.
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| You just say the word, the word
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| You just say the word, the word
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| I won’t say no.
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| Boy on the bus, boy on the bus, boy on the bus
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| I won’t say no |