| Now I notice the streetlampЂ™s hum
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| The ghosts of graffiti they couldnЂ™t quite erase
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| The blank-faced stares on the subway
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| As the people go home
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| The parks lay empty like my unmade bed
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| The streets are silent like my lifeless telephone
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| And this is where I live, but
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| IЂ™ve never felt less at home
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| So IЂ™m not unsympathetic
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| I see why you left
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| ThereЂ™s no one to know
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| ThereЂ™s nothing to do
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| The cityЂ™s been dead
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| Since youЂ™ve been goneЂ¦
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| Sometimes I stand on my roof at night
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| And watch, as something seems to happen somewhere else
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| I feel like the breeze will pick me up and carry me away
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| Out and over this iridescent grid
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| Up and away from the bar fights and neon lights
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| Out and away from everything that makes me what I am
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| So IЂ™m not unsympathetic
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| I see why you left
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| ThereЂ™s no one to know
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| ThereЂ™s nothing to do
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| The cityЂ™s been dead
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| Since youЂ™ve been goneЂ¦
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| Oh I never had just whatever it is you want, baby
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| And I really tried, I tried with all my mightЂ"it made me crazy
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| To try to figure out what it is IЂ™ve done wrong every time
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| When everything I love, everything I hold dear
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| Heads out sometime
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| And all I ever say now is good-bye. |