| O my siren, won’t you call
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| I’m lost, oh
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| Last that you came, it was the fall
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| But that’s a long, long time ago
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| I write my name on the wall
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| I sit up straight, but slowly fall
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| I fall, oh
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| The worn-out sidewalks know my feet
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| For I’ve walked, oh
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| And up the stairs I retreat
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| Broken walls, oh
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| Trains, they howl through the day
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| Oh, my siren, won’t you wash my cares away
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| Oh
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| O feral cat, what’s your name?
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| Are you lost? |
| Oh
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| Have you got a place to hide away
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| When you’re alone? |
| Oh
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| Spring will come before you know
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| The ice will melt, the food will grow
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| Before long, oh
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| Before long, oh |