| I’ve lived in this town for 13 years, I’ve been around.
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| You see that window in that tower? |
| That was mine.
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| Under that fluorescent light
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| I made cold calls through the night to places
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| Deep in suburbs I will never go.
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| And then in Chinatown I’d get something and hang around.
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| How does that busker know each day from the rest?
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| See that man who just brushed past me? |
| Well I know him,
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| But don’t ask me about him. |
| I wonder, is he still with his wife?
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| What is a life?
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| The ferries pull up in the evening warmth.
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| I used to give out papers here
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| As they rushed on their way home.
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| The streets are full of plaques.
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| Just where that park is used to be
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| A den of sailors, Jesus Christ!
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| What is a life?
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| Of all the jobs I’ve had,
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| I can’t say they’ve turned out bad,
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| It’s just funny to think that that was me.
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| A waiter on his break, he smokes a cigarette a
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| Nd takes a long look at a repaired paring knife. |