Old man lying
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by the side of the road
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With the lorries rolling by,
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Blue moon sinking
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from the weight of the load
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And the building scrape the sky,
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Cold wind ripping
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down the allay at dawn
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And the morning paper flies,
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Dead man lying
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by the side of the road
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With the daylight in his eyes.
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Don't let it bring you down
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It's only castles burning,
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Find someone who's turning
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And you will come around.
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Blind man running
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through the light
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of the night
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With an answer in his hand,
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Come on down
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to the river of sight
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And you can really understand,
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Red lights flashing
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through the window
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in the rain,
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Can you hear the sirens moan?
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White cane lying
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in a gutter in the lane,
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If you're walking home alone.
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Don't let it bring you down
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It's only castles burning,
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Just find someone who's turning
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And you will come around.
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Don't let it bring you down
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It's only castles burning,
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Just find someone who's turning
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And you will come around.
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Don't Let It Bring You Down
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| Neil Young |
