Grey skies and light fading
Headlamps making patterns on the wall
Uptown it’s dead now but
Out here no one seems to care at all
Slick girls and sick boys and
Each one lining up to take him home
They hold tight, their coin and
They pray no one has to see them fall
I’m there yeah, I serve them
The one with the empty looking eyes
Come closer, you’ll see me
The
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