Looking up straight
Find a hand on his shoulder
Trying to find his way through the city
Crawling through an alley
On the floor, by your door
Needing help with the feeling that he's had before
Never calling anyone
Feeling unloved
Saying goodbye
Life is better when you're high, nevermind when you're there
Cause they never play fair
They never play fair
Maybe you will, maybe you won't
Turn the clock around now
You think it's always better but it won't
Take you away up out of here
Standing on the tracks
For someone to appear
Running with the devil, running with the devil
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