(Leo Sayer/Frank Farrell)
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I'm thinking of taking
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The easy way out
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Open the window
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And fall to the ground
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I could do it, wouldn't be much too it
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I gotta little place here in the city
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It's kinda small and dirty, it's a bedsitter
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And there's a lot of us living here
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Wall to wall in one big house
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And when the night comes round
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I can see a lot of lonely lights
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There are people in there breathing
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But it don't seem right
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In the streets way down below me
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I'm listening for one sound
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But nobody comes around
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In bedsitterland
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And there's a man down below me on the balcony
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Crying to be heard
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Screaming to be heard
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I'm haunted by his words
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And the people in the street just shrug their shoulders
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Saying he's disturbed
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He's in another world
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Screaming at the birds
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Crying to be heard
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I hear his every word
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I've slept in the gutter on a summer's day
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Oh I've bummed cigarettes in the night cafes
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Oh I've joined the breadline
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Believe I got a deadline
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I gotta little place here in the city
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Oh it's kind of small and dirty, it's a bedsitter
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And there's a lot of us living here
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Wall to wall in one big house
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And when the night comes 'round
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I can see a lot of lonely lights
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There are people outside breathing
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But id don't seem right
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In the street way down below me
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I'm listening for just a sound
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But nobody comes around
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Oh the lights are going down
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Nobody comes around
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In bedsitterland
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Bedsitterland
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Leo Sayer |