| We’ve got to get out of this place
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| The people here are tired and mean
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| I watched them slash the prophet’s face
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| With a shard from one of our broken dreams
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| They give us wine then they take it away
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| And their neon shrines burn night and day
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| What are we doing here
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| Where poets are hanged
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| And betrayed by a kiss?
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| She says «Stay here with me
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| You’re going to leave me lonely»
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| «Stay here with me
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| You’re going to leave me lonely»
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| «Stay here with me
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| You’re going to leave me lost and lonely»
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| What if I want to take you with me?
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| Far away from these scars and bars
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| From the hard faced women of this town
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| Who’ll radiate themselves until they turn brown
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| They’ll live and die with little taste of freedom
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| In their pebbled dashed mausoleums
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| Our still born hopes are up in smoke
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| Just as they’ve been so many times before
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| I guess that we’d be fools to believe
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| That things could be any different this time
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| She says «Stay here with me
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| You’re going to leave me lonely»
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| «Stay here with me
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| You’re going to leave me lonely»
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| «Stay here with me
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| You’re going to leave me lost and lonely» |