| Lonely feelings in the city
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| One room flat with crumbling walls
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| Sirens play a distant melody
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| Neon shadows paint the halls
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| In the thirteen months I’ve spent here
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| With my manuscript and rhymes
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| I’ve paid in cash for foolish pleasures
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| Mother dear, you’d call them crimes
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| Raise the roof, light the light
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| Mother dear, I’m returning tonight
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| Now I see your concern
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| Mother dear, how you taught me to learn
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| Raise the roof, light the light
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| Mother dear, I’m returning tonight
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| Now I see your concern
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| Mother dear, how you taught me to learn
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| I’ve been a Roman for survival
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| Showing two sides of my face
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| I need the comfort of your wisdom
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| I’m coming home to your embrace
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| If by chance I pass before you
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| Don’t discount my gratitude
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| You’re responsible for me here
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| And of course my attitude
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| Raise the roof, light the light
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| Mother dear, I’m returning tonight
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| Now I see your concern
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| Mother dear, how you taught me to learn
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| Stayin' up half the night
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| Wonderin' if what I’m doin' is right
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| Raise the roof, light the light
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| Mother dear, I’m returning tonight |