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Broadway is dark tonight |
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A little weaker than you used to be |
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See the young man sitting in the old man's bar |
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waiting for his turn to die |
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The cowboy kills the rock star |
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And Friday night's gone too far |
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The dim light hides all the years |
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On all the faded girls |
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Forgotten but not gone |
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You drink it off your mind |
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You talk about the world |
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Like it's someplace that you've been |
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You see you'd love to run home |
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but u know u ain't got one |
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And you're living in a world |
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That you're best forgotten around here |
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You choke down all your anger |
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Forget your only son |
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You pray to statues when you're sobered up for fun |
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Your anger don't impress me |
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The world slapped in your face |
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It always rains like hell |
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on the losers day parade |
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See you'd love to run home |
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and your livin' in a world |
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that you're best forgotten |
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And when you're thinking you're a joke |
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And nobody's gonna listen |
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To one small point |
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I know they've been missin' around here |
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But u know u ain't got one |
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And you're livin' in a world |
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Where you're best forgotten |
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And if you're thinking you're a joke |
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Do you think that they'll listen |
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To that one small point |
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I know they've been missing around here |