This is the Dlast morning that I wake up in this dirty city Looking for the sunshine as the Abuildings block the skies This is the last morning that I wash in rusty water Trying to shave a face that I don't Deven recognise Down the hallway rats are skittering, I can smell the garbage rotting Hear the children crying in an aGpartment down below This is the Alast morning, that I'm gonna have to listen to it I'm going Dhome, yeah This is the last morning, that I try to breath the heavy air Fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, Awatch the world turn grey This is the last morning that I drink my coffee standing up Smile and speak to strangers who just Dturn and walk away This is a tough cold city here, and I'll guess I'll never cut it here And I'm so tired of trying to stand aGgainst it all alone This is the Alast morning, that I'm gonna have to fight it I'm going Dhome, yeah This is the last morning that I wear these greasy overalls Punch the clock and do just what I'm Atold to get along And face the long evening, laying close beside my radio Imagining the kisses of the Dgirl that sings the song DDown below the subway's screaming, as I lay here halfway dreaming Looking at the ceiling, wondering Gwhere, the dream went wrong (where, where) This is the Alast morning, that I'm gonna have to think about it I'm going Dhome I'm going Dhome, I'm going home, I'm going home
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