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The hours just slipped through

It feels so empty again

You look so sad in the morning light

I’d be confused, too, you’re drifting in time

Can you read in between these lines?

What’s left on the menu?

You’ve got the money to spend

You are your own favorite friend, you shine

You don’t let them fool you

But you’re frozen in time, in the ruins of ‘69

Stuck in a phone booth

You’re repeating the same drunk dials

Is there someone to hold you

When you’re hanging from bourbon skies?

Not every bitter end hides a second chance

Down the avenue of drawn-out nights

Falling off the edge, you do the devil’s dance

You’re rolling with the cool kids in town

There’s no meaning in truth at 2

It’ll change around 5, a variation of lies aligned

You got the tools to, to make it feel alright

In your own New York state of mind

Who’s left to hold you

As you’re cutting off every tie?

As cold as the Danube, in the winter of '89

Not every bitter end hides a second chance

Down the avenue of drawn-out nights

Falling off the edge, you do the devil’s dance

You’re rolling with the cool kids in town