| Make haste, the light is fading
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| The traders turn the sign
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| The clouds are lost to darkness
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| The bars they spring to life
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| You never loved this city
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| But angel, it loves you
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| Your smile, a Roman candle
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| Your eyes are Prussian blue
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| Beware, the crack of lightning
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| Three miles but drawing near
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| The first rain blacks the pavement
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| The birds, they disappear
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| And in the doorway, lovers
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| They share a cigarette
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| Below, the rush of gutter
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| Above, a silhouette
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| You never loved this city
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| But angel, it loves you
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| Your smile, a Roman Candle
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| Your eyes are Prussian blue
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| I never loved this city
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| But you can keep me here
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| Your love, a stained glass window
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| Your heart, a chandelier |