Chinese Blues
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The snow was falling on his shoulders by the side of the road
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And he watched as the sun went down
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Falling on the building
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Swallowing the children
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It's the gun in your back
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It's the heart attack
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It's the way you look back before you step out
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In time to see the number of the bus that's running you down
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A million lonely people with their bead in the sand
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Trying to make some sense of what they don't understand
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Waiting on somebody just to give them a hand
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You're designed to fall apart on the day the warrenty ends
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And you try but you just can't stop
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Running round in circles
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Knocking over hurdles
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It's the knife in your back
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It's the heart attack
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It's the way you look back before you step out
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In time to see the shadow of the one that's cutting you down
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OH
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The snow was falling on his shoulders by the side of the road
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And he watched as the lights came on below
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And the children were sleeping
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And the women were weeping
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There was nobody keeping him here
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Chinese Blues
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