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The rising moon faces the sickening sun, |
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As the lights in the tower blocks go on, one by one, |
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A big shot, overlooking this black iron skyline-- |
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Surrounded by his symbols of prosperity-- |
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Sits back in his new leather chair |
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Ripped off the back of some unfortunate beast. |
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I'm smiling through my teeth. |
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Anybody can be a millionaire, |
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So everybody's gotta try |
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But by the laws of this human jungle |
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Only the heartless will survive. |
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& down there--but for the grace of god |
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,go i. |
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The smoke & the steam, & the broken down dreams, |
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The hope, & the hunger, frustration & anger, |
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The little drunken lives,-- |
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Driven' through the traffic lights |
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& away from who they are! |
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But i've been thinking of you-- |
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In this great city of great solitude. |
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Crossin' the central reservation, of my imagination, |
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Searchin' for the world i...left behind. |
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A shadow hunting shadows of childhood life. |
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It's all i want--& all i miss-- |
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But how can i return, to a place that don't exist!! |
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From mombosa to miami, beiruit to bangladesh, |
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I've flown around the world standing |
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On the wing of a jet. |
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Tryin' to salvage my emotions |
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From the bottom of the oceans-- |
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Y'see i sold my soul, to pay for my dinner. |
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My stomach grew fatter, but my heart grew thinner, |
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I ain't foolin' i'm fallin', i wasn't wicked, just weak, |
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I ain't lyin' i'm dyin', crippled by deceit-- |
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Oh the hand that wrote the agony |
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Has just begun-- |
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Will be the hand that pulls the trigger |
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,of this gun!!! |