| Down from this high room
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| Down to the town
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| Where so many wasted days are lost
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| To the cutting wind
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| Oh, crawl like a baby
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| Down on my knees
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| And kissing the hand
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| That lives and feeds on suffering
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| And into the future
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| As the hours turn from days to years
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| I remember them
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| I won’t be sold again
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| And I try and I try
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| But I always rely on the things that I’m told
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| And I said what I said
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| Now my only regret is the fear I hold
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| Yeah, and we’re running now
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Oh, yeah, we’re running now
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| To the sound of the city
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| And I look at their faces
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| So many faces
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| Grey as their souls are grey
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| As grey as the towns they build
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| Ah where order alone is sacrosanct
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| Number all your citizens
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| As the cities fill
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| And they’ll live for a future
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| Where nothing ever changes
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| Nothing is left to kill
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| Oh, God, I think they will
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| And I try and I try
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| But I always rely on the things that I’m told
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| And I said what I said
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| Now my only regret is the fear I hold
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| Yeah, and we’re running now
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Ooh, yeah, we’re running now
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| To the sound of the city |
| Yeah…
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| We’re running now
|
| And I try and I try
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| But I always rely on the things that I’m told
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| And I said what I said
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| Now my only regret is the fear I hold
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| Yeah, and we’re running now
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Oh, yeah, we’re running now
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah, we’re running now
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Ooh, yeah, we’re running now
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| To the sound of the city |