| Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
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| I ache in the places I used to play
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| And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on
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| I’m paying my rent everyday in the Tower of Song
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| I said to Leonard Cohen: How lonely does it get?
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| Leonard Cohen hasn’t answered me yet
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| But I can hear him coughing all night long
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| A million floors above me in the Tower of Song
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| I was born like this, I had no choice
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| I was born like this, with a golden voice
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| Twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
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| Well they tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song
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| You can stick your needles in a voodoo doll
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| I’m sorry baby, but it don’t look like me at all
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| I’m standing by the window where the light is strong
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| They don’t let a woman kill you in the Tower of Song
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| I’ve grown bitter, bitter, of this you may be sure:
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| The rich, the rich have got channels in the bedrooms of the poor
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| And there’s a mighty judgement but it won’t be long, but I may be wrong
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| You see, you hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song — oh yeah —
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| The guitar, the bass, the drums, so nice every hour in the Tower of Song
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| I see you standing on the other side
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| I don’t know how the river got so wide
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| But I loved you, baby, way back when
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| All the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
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| But I feel so close to everything that we lost
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| But I’ll never have to lose you again, Tower of Song
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| I bid you farewell, I don’t know when I’m back
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| They’re moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
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| But you’ll be hearing from me, baby, long after I’m gone
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| I’m speaking to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song
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| Now you can say that I’ve grown bitter, of this you can be sure:
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| The rich have got channels in the bedrooms of the poor
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| And there’s a mighty judgment but it won’t take long, I may be wrong |