| Shadows are falling
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| And I’ve been here all day
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| It’s too hot to sleep
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| And time is running away
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| Feel like my soul has
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| Turned into steel
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| I’ve still got the scars
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| That the sun didn’t heal
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| There’s not even room enough
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| To be anywhere
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| It’s not dark yet
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| But it’s getting there
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| Well, my sense of humanity
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| Has gone down the drain
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| Behind every beautiful thing
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| There’s been some kind of pain
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| She wrote me a letter
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| And she wrote it so kind
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| She put down in writing
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| What was in her mind
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| I just don’t see why I should even care
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| It’s not dark yet
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| But it’s getting there
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| Well, I’ve been to London
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| And I’ve been to gay Paris
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| I’ve followed the river
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| And I got to the sea
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| I’ve been down on the bottom
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| Of a world full of lies
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| I ain’t looking for nothing
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| In anyone’s eyes
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| Sometimes my burden
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| Is more than I can bear
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| It’s not dark yet
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| But it’s getting there
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| I was born here, and I’ll die here
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| Against my will
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| I know it looks like I’m moving
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| But I’m standing still
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| Every nerve in my body
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| Is so vacant and numb
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| I can’t even remember what it was
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| I came here to get away from
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| Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer
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| It’s not dark yet
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| But it’s getting there |