| Say goodbye to the old street
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| That never cared much for you anyway
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| And the different coloured doorways
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| You thought would let you in one day
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| Goodbye to the old bus stop
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| Frozen and waiting
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| The Weekend Edition
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| Has this town way overrated
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| You walk across the baseball green
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| The grass has turned to straw
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| A flock of birds tries to fly
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| Away from where you are
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, old friend
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| I can’t make you stay
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| I can’t spend another ten years
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| Wishing you would anyway
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| How the sky turns to fire
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| Against a telephone wire
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| And even I’m getting tired
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| Of useless desires
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| Every day I take a bitter pill
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| It gets me on my way
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| For the little aches and pains
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| The ones I have from day to day
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| To help me think a little less
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| About the things I miss
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| To help me not to wonder how
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| I ended up like this
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| I walk down to the railroad track
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| And ride a rusty train
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| With a million other faces
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| I shoot through the city veins
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, old friend
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| You wanted to be free
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| Somewhere beyond the bitter end
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| Is where I want to be
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| How the sky turns to fire
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| Against a telephone wire
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| And even I’m getting tired
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| Of useless desires
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| Say goodbye to the old building
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| That never tried to know your name
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, old friend
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| You won’t be seeing me again
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| Goodbye to all the windowpanes
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| Shining in the sun
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| Like diamonds on a winter day
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| Goodbye, goodbye to everyone
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| How the sky turns to fire
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| Against a telephone wire
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| It burns the last of the day down
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| And I’m the last one hanging around
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| Waiting on a train track
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| And the train never comes back
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| And even I’m getting tired
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| Of useless desires |