| Its 4:30 in the morn
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| Im tattered, tired and torn
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| Trying to keep up the pace,
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| This aint my home, this aint my place
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| The candle keeps on burning
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| At this point theres no returning
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| The policy is clear, anything goes when you are here
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| Almost anything goes
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| From the nightclubs to the shows
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| Almost anything goes
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| From the haircuts to the clothes
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| Almost anything goes
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| From your head down to your toes
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| Almost anything goes,
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| Does this place ever close?
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| I wanna wake up in a city
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| That likes to go to bed
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| Where they know what time of day it is But Im stuck here instead
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| The rules are disregarded
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| So its time we all got started
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| Moving at this hyperspeed
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| This city seems to need
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| Nice place to visit but I dont wanna die here
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| I stay on my toes wherever I go by
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| I was killing all my money,
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| Spending brain cells just as fast
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| So Ill grab a taxi cab, head somewhere I can crash
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| Driver, port authority
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| Homes my destination
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| Dont wake me up till were near
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| Park street station
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| Theres this electric lure thats sometimes so attractive
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| But Id rather hang my hat on a hook thats not so active
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| I was walking on the wild side, I was in that state of mind
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| The neon lights were bright
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| But Ill be leaving them behind
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| Big city of dreams can be a nightmare
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| A knife, a fork a bottle, a cork Im outta here |