| In the city of nights
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| In the city of nights
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| As the lights go on theres a magic glow to the sea
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| But as we move through the streets we can feel the fear
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| As night goes on theres a tragic show in the city
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| Those songs are on the ebb and mixed with tears
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| And down the alleyway the drunks are fighting
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| Over who will have the last drink from the can
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| It all seems so romantic in the lying
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| But what a sad existence for a man
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| Theres speeders, dealers, girls of easy virtue
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| Laughter, lies and lovers sparkling eyes
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| Glitter boys and girls out for the dancing
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| Good time girls and boys out for the highs
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| And theres a hotel on hope street
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| Where the concierge will understand your needs
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| She doesnt care your colour or religion
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| And she always has a room for you and me In the city of nights
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| In the city of nights
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| Theres an oriental flavour in the city
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| Marta haries, saris and sarongs
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| Incense candles, prayer and incantations
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| Golden girls arabia in their song
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| It seems the doors are closed on the asylums
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| And in the street theyre putting on a show
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| Talking to themselves they get no answer
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| Or suggestions for a better place to go In the city of nights
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| In the city of nights
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| A young man dreams of the open sea
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| In the year from no God knows where hell be No open door to set him free
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| No open door to set him free
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| Girls sell kisses to the lonely men
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| Boys turn tricks with the sleight of hand
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| Women fear to walk where men desire
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| Inspiration, hope and fire
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| Hey dont be a stranger
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| Make a friend dont let it end you
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| Hey dont be a stranger
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| Theres a light burning in the city
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| In the city
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| In the city of nights
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| As the sun goes down theres a wind blowing through the city
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| A darker day as summer says goodbye
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| Another world is waking in the city
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| All live fears, important knowing eyes
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| And there amongst the litter and the debris
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| The sally army busking out a song
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| Drowning out the sound of breaking windows
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| Sing along, sing along, sing along
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| Come on sinners, yeah, yeah
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| Come on sinners
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| Come on sinners, yeah, yeah
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| Come on sinners
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| Come on sinners, yeah, yeah
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| Come on sinners
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| Discos, bringers
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| Discos, bars
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| Women, winners
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| Stiffs and stars
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| Kings and queens
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| And cabs and cars
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| Famous, you know
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| Who they are
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| Drugs and punks and
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| Tarts with heart
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| Corpses, candle
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| Works of art
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| Losers, loomers
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| Never hads
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| Groups and dreams
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| Of hope and fads
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| Passing fences
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| Phase and fads
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| Happy hookers
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| Lookers, fags
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| In the city
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| In the city
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| In the city |