| This city desert makes you feel so cold.. |
[02 Aug 2005|03:45pm] |
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Winding your way down Baker Street
light in your head and dead on your feet.
Well, another crazy day
you'll drink the night away
and forget about everything.
This city desert makes you feel so cold.
It's got so many people, but it's got no soul.
And it's taken you so long
to find out you're wrong
when you thought it held everything.
You used to think that it was so easy.
You used to say that it was so easy.
But you're trying, you're trying now.
Another year and then you'd be happy.
Just one more year and then you'd be happy.
But you're crying, you're crying now.
Way down the street there's a light on his place.
He opens the door, he's got that look on his face.
And he asks you where you've been.
You tell him who you've seen.
And you talk about anything.
He's got his dream about buying some land.
He's gonna give up the booze
and the one night stands.
And then he'll settle down
in some quiet little town
and forget about everything.
But you know he will always keep moving.
You know he's never gonna stop moving.
Cause he's rolling, he's the rolling stone.
When you wake up it's a new morning.
The sun is shining, it's a new morning.
But you're going, you're going wrong.
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