| Sitting down
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| Sleeping city sidewalks
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| To see what light and darkness brings
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| A man in the moons
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| That can’t carry a smile
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| Can’t have smile in the back of the head
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| I start to spare the day with grass
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| To see what dark and lightness brings
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| The old man under the other boxes
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| «Boy I seen so many things»
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| Yeah, Yeah Yeah
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| Don’t fear, the end
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| I stumble up
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| And streetlights flicker
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| Never got things so clean in the dark
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| And something’s always dying
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| Something’s always been born
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| But if something’s always been born
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| That means some things always die
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| And if no son plays on when this plays out
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| Then what’s the use in trying?
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| Yeah, yeah yeah
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| Don’t fear, the end
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| Yeah
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| Don’t fear, the end
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| Is near
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| Goodbye
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| When the motorcycle helm
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| Comes, falling out as in the distance
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| So I hitch myself a ride
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| With three kind old sisters
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| We watch the runway stand by
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| Two sons above the low crime
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| Lost exit and a one way out for me
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| To the west, to the north, to the south
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| I’m heading home in daylight
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| Dazzled by reflections of the sun
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| The shadow falls behind
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| 'Cause I’m just the same as everyone
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| Yeah, yeah yeah
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| Don’t fear, the end
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| Outside the road is turning
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| I’m falling through the sky
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| For hours in the distance
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| Three sisters standing by |