| The offices are emptying their pale-faced wards into the street,
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| Flickering their strip-light eyes, shivering they readjust their lives
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| From the air-conditioned heat.
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| The humdrum and mundane
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| Is nearly driving them insane.
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| But you get hooked so quick to anything
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| Even your chains,
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| You’re crouching in your corner 'til they open up your cage.
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| And when the night comes
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| It’ll help you disappear
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| And when the night comes
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| Forget about the day that brought you here.
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| Frankie takes the train and makes it home in time to catch the evening news,
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| Opening a can of beans he learns the world has turned without much help from
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| him.
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| Hey Frank, why not get drunk tonight?
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| Hey Frank, I think it’ll be alright,
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| You’ll be too far gone to notice when the neighbors start complaining,
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| But they’re used to it by now, every day’s the same.
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| And when the night comes,
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| He might get on the phone,
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| She’s a stuck-up bitch,
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| But she lives on her own,
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| And he heard her talking dirty to the girls the other day,
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| And she knew that he had heard her and she looked «as if to say» |
| And then later up in marketing while going through the files,
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| She bent a little too far down, then turned around and smiled.
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| He got her number,
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| He got the phone,
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| He dialed the number,
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| He heard the tone.
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| He said «Tonight's the night that I’ve been waiting for,
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| Oh I know you’ve seen me worship you from afar,
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| And I might tell you that I love you and I will but just for
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| Tonight, one night, alright tonight.»
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| In his three piece cunning camouflage nobody
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| can guess what Frankie’s thinking,
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| Last night she said «I don’t know if I’m drowning
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| Maybey it’s because I’m sinking.»
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| He said «It'll be okay
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| I’ll get outta here one day»
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| And she said «Frankie, you’re no different from any of the rest,
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| They’ve nailed you to that table and chained you to your desk.»
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| But when the night comes… |