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"It's nightime again
These city streets are kind to no man
I work this lonely road
My fingers are stiff it's the god damn cold
Each night I hurry to
Nowhere
Living my life down this one guitar scale
I'll say it again
These roads they ain't my friend
Only got one baby
With a heart of rosewood and lead
My old gal
She feels my hell and she rings her bells
Even with rust she knows she must
With strings and with wings she spills my guts
And when the day is through
I can say I am too
Oh it's just a dream on a chain
Won't you admit it too
The world can be awfully cruel
I guess I just ain't one of those lucky few"
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