I remember, how we used to sit, by that window and kiss, all night long, if it was a dream, why does it seem, like we’ve done it a thousand times before and if you’re not real, I might of jumped, it’s a long way down, it was you, that stopped me, from following through, I pictured you there, there, there, holding me, holding me, holding me, back, back, back, it had to be or I’d be dead on the ground, downtown, in the city, where my mind, wanders, where can you be found, late at night, when the lights go down, down, down and it’s dark, dark, dark, around town, when my woman is hiding somewhere amongst all the people that can be found in the night in the city high above me

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