| Acid rain on River Street
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| Red lights flashing in the midnight heat
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| He changed your name, he stole your sleep
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| Seems we all have to make ends meet
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| Lonely nights and TV screens
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| Black lights shimmer on a satin sheet
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| Hey Joana
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| The signs in the alleys still glow
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| And you hope that the rain washes away the dirt and the blow
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| While you see your dreams on display on a board by the road
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| From the room where you’re waiting alone
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| The liquor store on River Street
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| Sells shiny travel magazines
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| By the parking lot A3
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| Bobby’s going down for E
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| Lonely nights and TV screens
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| Black lights shimmer on a satin sheet
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| Hey Joana
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| The signs in the alleys still glow
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| And you hope that the rain washes away the dirt and the blow
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| While you see your dreams on display on a board by the road
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| From the room where you’re waiting alone
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| As it’s raining on
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| The lights still not turning down low
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| And you ask yourself if they come on and off by remote
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| Like the strangers down at the bar who just show up and go
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| To a room with a number unknown
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| For years to come
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| Come undone |