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Old man lying by the side of the road |
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With the lorries rolling by |
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Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load |
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And the building scrape the sky |
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Cold wind ripping down the alley at dawn |
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And the morning paper flies |
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Dead man lying by the side of the road |
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With the daylight in his eyes |
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Don't let it bring you down |
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It's only castles burning |
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Find someone who's turning |
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And you will come around |
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Blind man running through the light of the night |
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With an answer in his hand |
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Come on down to the river of sight |
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And you can really understand |
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Red lights flashing through the window in the rain |
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Can you hear the sirens moan? |
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White cane lying in a gutter in the lane |
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If you're walking home alone |
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Don't let it bring you down |
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It's only castles burning |
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Just find someone who's turning |
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And you will come around |
