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late at night, I walk the streets
the city lights shining down on me I'm alone I can feel the heat but nothing seems to comfort me open windows vacantly stare I look inside but there's nobody there a yellow haze fills the sky clouds of smoke burning in my eyes Chorus: the city can seem so cold when there's no where to go no place to call my home and nothing to call my own the alley can seem so long when all that you do is wrong nowhere that you belong and all your dreams are gone but in the daylight, the city's alive people working the 9 to 5 watch them watch the world go by not having fun but time still flies the sky goes dark, the sun goes down the city turns into a ghost town where things aren't always as they seem like waking into a dream Chorus
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