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[ti:Midnight] |
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[ar:Tor Miller] |
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[al:american english] |
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Jeff Buckley's grace was playing loud as hell, in the back of an old dive bar |
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So I step outside and light a cigarette, take in the fumes of the passing cars |
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Loud angry drunks and a few cress punks fill every crevasse of St. Marks |
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Some things have changed since back then but the streets are still so hard |
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In the lonely hour of midnight |
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When New York City's lying wide awake under the glow of a street light |
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I feel the rumble that the concrete makes |
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I might hail a cab down |
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Right thru the Holland to the interstate, and my soul reignites |
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In the lonely hour of midnight |
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Two lovers falling in each others arms, stumbling on down the highline |
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Up on the bridge there's a broken heart screaming to his valentine |
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Two sunken eyes at the cornershop trying to get a lucy for a dime |
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The needle drops and the vinyl turns, I'm gonna burn this one right |
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In the lonely hour of midnight |
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When New York City's lying wide awake under the glow of a street light |
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I feel the rumble that the concrete makes |
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I might hail a cab down |
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Right thru the Holland to the interstate, and my soul reignites |
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In the lonely hour of midnight |
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Calling out for something, calling out for something true |
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Calling out for something, calling out for something true |
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Calling out for something, calling out for something true |
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In the lonely hour of midnight |
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When New York City's lying wide awake under the glow of a street light |
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I feel the rumble that the concrete makes |
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In the lonely hour of midnight |
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When New York City's lying wide awake under the glow of a street light |
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I feel the rumble that the concrete makes |
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I might hail a cab down |
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Right thru the Holland to the interstate, and my soul reignites |
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In the lonely hour of midnight |
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And my soul reignites |
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In the lonely hour of midnight |