| Dark in the alleyway
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| Light from the window filters down
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| Down where the streets are calling
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| Everybody’s waiting for the morning
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| There’s nothing left to lose
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| All has been spent and gone for good
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| Still you are guarding your least secret you’re holding on
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| It never makes you tall no more
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| It’s no good for you
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| It never breaks your fall no more
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| Always falling through
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| You were an innocent
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| Victim of all those hungry lies
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| Lies that were custom fashioned
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| Appealing to your temporary passions
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| They handed out the stuff
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| Suddenly you could not get enough
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| No you are left with no more secrets you’re empty
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| I have seen you standing there
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| In someone else’s hands
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| I reach out but you’re not there |