| He was walkin' through the alley way
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| Where the drifters sleep and the wild dogs play
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| The moon was black, the sky was grey
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| He thought he was alone
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| She was waiting at the Rose Hotel
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| Across the street from the wishing well
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| Turned the latch and broke a nail
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| Checked her mobile phone
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| Sometimes you run, sometimes you stall
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| Sometimes you don’t get up at all
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| Sometimes you run, sometimes you fall
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| He bought a ticket on the uptown tram
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| Got off at 8th and Birmingham
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| Wondered if she gave a damn
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| About him anymore
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| She hadn’t seen him in a year or so
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| Why he called she did not know
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| She had the oldies on the radio
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| And someone at the door
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| He threw a nickel in the wishin' well
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| Crossed the street to the Rose Hotel
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| He got no answer when he rang the bell
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| So he gave a little shout
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| Tiny watchman with a baseball bat
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| A cheap cigar and a Persian cat
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| Told him it was too bad that
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| She had just checked out
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| Sometimes you run, sometimes you stall
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| Sometimes you don’t get up at all
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| Sometimes you run, sometimes you…
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| Sometimes you run, sometimes you stall
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| Sometimes you don’t get up at all
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| Sometimes you run, sometimes you fall
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| Sometimes you fall |