you see the choice in front of youand though it's
when they come for youdon't let them take your heartif
it's 3 o'clock in the morning and we're still hereand
everybody's leaving, they're going far awaythey're taking nothing that might
hanging round the dinerjust trying to break evenstanding on a
Let's just say I've got my soul set
I'm finding things
there is nothing I can say to you nowof all
the freeway is filling upas the sun is coming upand
they were supposedto be having such a good timethe flowers
all the time you'd spent alone in your roomwith all
you were here, now you're gonehoping just to find some
A quarter for a payphone-call to Houston
I see that writing
I haven't seen your face
In such a long, long time
We
Every time I see you walking my way, I just
Everybody knows a little bit of something
Everybody's got the time
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