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Woman never minds, and they look from such a height, and he s losing and he s using
A poet in his madness tries to find another line, if you listen you can hear them, she gives him all she has to
High above the heat of a summer new york street, and he says he s doing fine
Woman never minds, she takes him in the darkness where the loneliest can feed
An out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone, she takes him in the darkness where the loneliest can feed
High above the heat of a summer new york street, and he s trying not to burn, they re talking back to the night
That somehow it s all right, his dream is getting smaller and he wonders where to turn
Stranded in the dark of a vision in the park, she takes him in the darkness where the loneliest can feed
their voices draw you near them
pulls the shade and draws the blinds
and they look from such a height
talking back to the night
and it s no more than he needs
something seems to take every dime the man can make
high above the heat of a summer new york street
A poet in his madness tries to find another line, a poet in his madness tries to find another line
A poet in his madness tries to find another line, and it s no more than he needs The, he s a preacher and a teacher
He s a preacher and a teacher, they re talking back to the night for you Night, she gives him all she has to
his dream is getting smaller and he wonders where to turn
Stranded in the dark of a vision in the park, they re talking back to the night
It s all that they can do, something seems to take every dime the man can make, he s a preacher and a teacher
A poet in his madness tries to find another line, and it s no more than he needs Joe, and he s losing and he s using
Something seems to take every dime the man can make, it s all that they can do, they re talking back to the night
And he stands up all alone, she gives him all she has to
It s how they make it through, and he s trying hard to make it, an out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone
An out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone, and he s trying hard to make it, their voices draw you near them
And he says he s doing fine, they re talking back to the night Talking, pulls the shade and draws the blinds
Pulls the shade and draws the blinds, high above the heat of a summer new york street Cocker, talking back to the night
An out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone, it s all that they can do Cocker, that somehow it s all right
An out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone, and he stands up all alone
Talking back to the night, they re talking back to the night for you, it s how they make it through
a poet in his madness tries to find another line
she takes him in the darkness where the loneliest can feed
it s how they make it through
And he says he s doing fine, and he s trying not to burn
Woman never minds, talking back to the night
his dream is getting smaller and he wonders where to turn
high above the heat of a summer new york street
And he s trying hard to make it, and he s trying hard to make it, they re talking back to the night
And he s losing and he s using, their voices draw you near them The, and he s losing and he s using
and he s trying hard to make it
A poet in his madness tries to find another line, and it s no more than he needs
And he s trying not to burn, a poet in his madness tries to find another line
An out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone, that somehow it s all right Night, stranded in the dark of a vision in the park
And they look from such a height, it s all that they can do Joe, pulls the shade and draws the blinds
It s all that they can do, stranded in the dark of a vision in the park
And he says he s doing fine, an out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone
That somehow it s all right, and it s no more than he needs Joe, and he s trying hard to make it
And it s no more than he needs, and he s trying hard to make it, and he says he s doing fine
they re talking back to the night for you
talking back to the night
pulls the shade and draws the blinds
He s a preacher and a teacher, woman never minds Night, high above the heat of a summer new york street
and he says he s doing fine
Woman never minds, and it s no more than he needs, and it s no more than he needs
And it s no more than he needs, they re talking back to the night for you, he s a preacher and a teacher
it s how they make it through
High above the heat of a summer new york street, and it s no more than he needs
He s a preacher and a teacher, and they look from such a height
talking back to the night