| Call him the siren of the citylight
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| Luring the boys into the after life
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| Ready to sing you a seductive line
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| All the time
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| Shivering voices are about to cry
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| Sending his dreams away into the night
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| Humming himself a little lullaby all the time
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| And when the sun goes down he’s on his way
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| Cuz' they are ready to come out and play
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| Waiting for the sunrise
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| Waiting for the sunrise
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| Smothering smoke is what he breathes
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| Swaying his body into the street
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| Making his money pretty easily
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| Most of the time
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| And when the sun goes down he’s on his way
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| They are ready to come out and play |