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(Shel Silverstein) |
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This is the last mornin' that I wake up in this dirty city |
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Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies |
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This is the last mornin' that I wash in rusty water |
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Tryin' to shave a face that I don't even recognise |
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Down the hallway rats are skitterin' |
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I can smell the garbage rottin' |
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Hear the children cryin' in an apartment down below |
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This is the last mornin', that I'm gonna have to listen to it |
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I'm going home, yeah |
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This is the last mornin', that I try to breath the heavy air |
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Fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, watch the world turn grey |
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This is the last mornin' that I drink my coffee standing up |
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Smile and speak to strangers who just turn and walk away |
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This is a tough cold city here |
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And I'll guess I'll never cut it here |
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And I'm so tired of tryin' to stand against it all alone |
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This is the last mornin', that I'm gonna have to fight it |
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I'm going home, yeah |
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This is the last mornin' that I wear these greasy overalls |
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Punch the clock and do just what I'm told to get along |
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And face the long evenin', layin' close beside my radio |
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Imaginin' the kisses of the girl that sings the song |
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Down below the subway's screaming |
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As I lay here halfway dreaming |
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Looking at the ceiling, wondering where, the dream went wrong (where, where) |
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This is the last mornin', that I'm gonna have to think about it |
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I'm going home |
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I'm going home |
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I'm going home |
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I'm going home |
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(c)1972 Tro-Essex Music Ltd. |
