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Kids in the street, parents sleep
Pleasure's steep, they're falling far to deep.
Friends are gone, she's all alone,
No buses home, it's all turned black and gold.
A beer can is kicked around
By a gambling man, who's stuck on to a frown.
Night scenes in pictures
Dawn comes they whispered
Some crawl in, some crawl out, all to business
Waking up with morning sickness
A broken lampost is the only witness
A young man walks, guitar in hand
To entertain some folks at the pub
A shiny cab, of polished black
Drives by fast, worried eyes look back.
A group of lads, they drink and laugh,
Their jokes are daft, they're losing their facade.
Night scenes in pictures
Dawn comes they whispered
Some crawl in, some crawl out, all to business
Waking up with morning sickness
A broken lampost is the only witness
A pale moon looks, quite confused
As the poet strolls, looking for a muse.
The city at night, scenes of fright,
Of love and flight, looking east for light.