| Falling out of nowhere, calling out your number
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| Books beside the bed just where you lay your head
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| Man behind the counter, drinking limonata
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| Looks me in the eye before he turns away
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| Time makes every man a mess, so who’s safe?
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| Knocking on the same old doors and running away
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| Climbing up the fire escape
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| And I carry my mistakes so well, oh well
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| Cigarettes and coffee, is all you have to give me
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| Sitting in the lobby on my own
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| Come and look right at me, say what you have for me
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| Faces in the curtains watching move we make
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| Speaking to the red phone, thinking of the ride home
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| Standing in the shower with the water running cold
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| Sit and watch The Shining, with just the kitchen light on
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| They say, time makes every man a mess, so who’s safe?
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| Knocking on the same old doors and running away
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| Climbing up the fire escape
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| 'Cause I have nowhere to run, oh no
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| Oooh, no
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| Ohhhh
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| Ohhhhh |