| There’s a hard moon risin' on the streets tonight
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| There’s a reckless feeling in your heart as you head out tonight
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| Through the concrete canyons to the midtown light
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| Where the latest neon promises are burning bright
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| Past the open windows on the darker streets
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| Where unseen angry voices flash and children cry
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| Past the phony posers with their worn out lines
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| The tired new money dressed to the nines
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| The low life dealers with their bad designs
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| And the dilettantes with their open minds
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| You’re out on the town, safe in the crowd
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| Ready to go for the ride
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| Searching the eyes, looking for clues
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| There’s no way you can hide
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| The fire inside
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| Well you’ve been to the clubs and the discotheques
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| Where they deal one another from the bottom of a deck of promises
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| Where the cautious loners and emotional wrecks
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| Do an acting stretch as a way to hide the obvious
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| And the lights go down and they dance real close
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| And for one brief instant they pretend they’re safe and warm
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| Then the beat gets louder and the mood is gone
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| The darkness scatters as the lights flash on
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| They hold one another just a little too long
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| And they move apart and then move on
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| On to the street, on to the next
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| Safe in the knowledge that they tried
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| Faking the smile, hiding the pain
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| Never satisfied
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| The fire inside
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| Fire inside
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| Now the hour is late and he thinks you’re asleep
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| You listen to him dress and you listen to him leave
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| like you knew he would
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| You hear his car pull away in the street
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| Then you move to the door and you lock it when
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| he’s gone for good
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| Then you walk to the window and stare at the moon
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| Riding high and lonesome through a starlit sky
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| And it comes to you how it all slips away
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| Youth and beauty are gone one day
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| No matter what you dream or feel or say
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| It ends in dust and disarray
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| Like wind on the plains, sand through the glass
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| Waves rolling in with the tide
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| Dreams die hard and we watch them erode
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| But we cannot be denied
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| The fire inside |