| You’re alive
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| As long as the streets are living
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| I single you out
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| I don’t want to want to go home
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| Sun will rise
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| Keep doing so each morning
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| So moves by our lives
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| I don’t want to want to go home
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| He ain’t saying it will be easy
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| If you’re just along for the ride
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| This broken bell will keep on ringing
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| Then you’re out on your own now boy, it’s true
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| You know it, come on, come on, come on
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| Dear Leron
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| I’ve got a message for ya
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| Novembers gonna shut it down
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| Don’t know why I came here, Leron
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| North this June
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| Less naïve than ever
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| Meet you at the Barcaro
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| If you wanted to, dear Leron
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| He ain’t saying it will be easy
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| If you’re just along for the ride
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| This broken bell will keep on ringing
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| Then you’re out on your own now boy, its true
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| You know it
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| Silence abounds
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| The water has all run out
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| God must be sleeping, oh well
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| This town ain’t got hope in hell
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| It’s got no rain, it’s got no well
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| North is true
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| The other is not forgotten
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| I was hoping you would come as well
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| If you wanted to, dear Leron
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| He ain’t saying it will be easy
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| If you’re just along for the ride
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| This broken bell will keep on ringing
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| Then you’re out on your own now boy its true
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| Boy it’s true
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| Boy it’s true |