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the awful truth
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when i'm going out to the evening
grab a jacket and scarf cause its freezing.
hop the iron horse to the village
want a drink, but i'm broke, so i steal it
want a smoke, but i'm out, so i bum it
want a girl but i'm dumb so i lose it.
want to get high, sit on a rooftop
with a lady, watching the sun drop
when it's setting, oh, when it's setting
thats when i know that i'm home.
when i'm going out to the city
flying faster, the lights are so pretty
dodging taxis, drivers are screaming
shouting insults without any meaning.
hopping curbs and running red lights
hold the brakes for watching the street fights
when i'm going out to the city
flying fast on my bike, i'm so dizzy.
when i'm going home in the morning
climbing up stairs, it starts storming.
lying down and
my head is spinning
watching raindrops on my window.
when i'm going to sleep in the evening
i pull the blankets up cause its freezing
when i'm sleeping, oh when im sleeping
you know that i'm afraid to dream.
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