| The midnight drunks go walking
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| Happy, looking sad and talking destiny
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| This is what the city pays for, I can see
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| The neon lights resist the fight
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| Against separation anxiety
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| This is what the city pays for, I can see
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| The dream they sell
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| I’m hooked, I’m overwhelmed again
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| And I wish that I could say the days alleviate
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| This artificial pain I never thought
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| That I’d be feeling at this age
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| But the drunks don’t go to sleep
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| They linger just like you and me
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| This is what the city pays for, what I need
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| What’s happened to me?
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| And then I have those dreams, too
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| The ones where I’m running around like a fool
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| To make things better for you
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| Like the good storyteller
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| You once knew me as
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| Try to hold it in my head
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| That no time has passed
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| Since I stood in circles
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| With automatic friends
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| Not worried that the means
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| Justified the end
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| 'Cause life without love
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| Keeps my eyes wide
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| And my house stays clean
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| When I don’t let people inside |