(R. Martin)
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I'm staying in the city
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In the dim light I feel complete
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Though the plaster walls
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I've worked long and hard for
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Are moving in
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You will find me sleeping
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Without a single soul around
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Someone unwinding
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In a lonesome part of town
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In my best dress and make-up
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To meet the night I can hardly reach the sink
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Everything's cock-eyed
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To the drunk that I'm turning into
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I've turned into
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You will find me sleeping
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Without a single soul around
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Someone unwinding
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In a lonesome part of town
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I don't want your sympathy
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When I go to speak
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Stop and listen to me
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Don't turn away
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From the words of the gray and aging.
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You will find me sleeping
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Without a single soul around
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Someone unwinding
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In a lonesome part of town Lonesome town.
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Lonesome Town
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| Rebecca Martin |
