| Late afternoons turning shadows, streets flicker on
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| There’s a chill, the breezy sunsets, people homeward bound
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| But it really doesn’t matter, couldn’t interest me
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| There’s a world going by me that I can’t see with your face on my mind
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| Your taking all my time
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| Within a chase (chase that’s taking everyone away) that’s going nowhere
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| Taking everyone even me behind
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| Day crowds have grown now, ooo
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| City starts to pour inside
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| Places filled with faces (faces) of people
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| People I don’t know
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| But it really doesn’t matter that much to me
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| Faces changing rearranging what they seem to be
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| So little sense of much of anything they do (to you)
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| Night’s coming on now
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| Leaving me alone
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| It’s been too long since I met you
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| Who had ever known?
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| But it really doesn’t matter that much (doesn't matter now knowing) to me
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| You run along with friends yesterday
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| No, I never call your name
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| You never once complained
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| There’s little sense in much of anything we do
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| I’m still in love with you |