| Gone forever, the writing on the wall
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| They’ve boarded-up the cinema
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| Strawberry dreams and the dust-filled beams
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| Shut down in a modern town
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| See you walking, see you talking
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| Recollection on streets you used to know
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| Forgotten pleasure smoulder
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| Images fade but the town won’t let them go
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| Sleepwalking, see you talking
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| Feel the city inside you
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| (ooh) leave this city behind you
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| Drive wherever the roads will take you to
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| Down beside a river frozen brown
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| January days and their scarecrow trees
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| So cold — feel your ears burn
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| See you walking, see you talking
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| Feel the city inside you
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| (ooh) leave this city behind you
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| Past and present
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| They converge on every side
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| The wires all get tangled
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| When now and then collide
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| Bittersweet taste of a time and another place before
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| Sleep walking, see you talking
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| Feel the city inside you
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| (ooh) feel this city define you
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| (yeah) leave this city behind you |