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There's a hard moon risin' on the streets tonight |
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There's a reckless feeling in your heart as you head out tonight |
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Through the concrete canyons to the midtown light |
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Where the latest neon promises are burning bright |
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Past the open windows on the darker streets |
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Where unseen angry voices flash and children cry |
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Past the phony posers with their worn out lines |
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The tired new money dressed to the nines |
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The low life dealers with their bad designs |
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And the dilettantes with their open minds |
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You're out on the town, safe in the crowd |
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Ready to go for the ride |
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Searching the eyes, looking for clues |
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There's no way you can hide |
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The fire inside |
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Well you've been to the clubs and the discotheques |
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Where they deal one another from the bottom of a deck of promises |
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Where the cautious loners and emotional wrecks |
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Do an acting stretch as a way to hide the obvious |
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And the lights go down and they dance real close |
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And for one brief instant they pretend they're safe and warm |
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Then the beat gets louder and the mood is gone |
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The darkness scatters as the lights flash on |
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They hold one another just a little too long |
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And they move apart and then move on |
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On to the street, on to the next |
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Safe in the knowledge that they tried |
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Faking the smile, hiding the pain |
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Never satisfied |
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The fire inside |
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Fire inside |
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Now the hour is late and he thinks you're asleep |
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You listen to him dress and you listen to him leave like you knew he would |
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You hear his car pull away in the street |
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Then you move to the door and you lock it when he's gone for good |
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Then you walk to the window and stare at the moon |
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Riding high and lonesome through a starlit sky |
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And it comes to you how it all slips away |
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Youth and beauty are gone one day |
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No matter what you dream or feel or say |
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It ends in dust and disarray |
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Like wind on the plains, sand through the glass |
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Waves rolling in with the tide |
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Dreams die hard and we watch them erode |
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But we cannot be denied |
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The fire inside |
