The sidewalk's cracked and dirty face
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Is looking up from underneath my feet,
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It's staring at the hallow, broken boy,
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Who's lost and wandering these city streets,
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And every night I wander here alone,
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A night that we won't meet.
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I wonder when.. when I'll finally understand,
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Why time can wash away love like,
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It was made of sand,
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And it's wonderful
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The pain that comes with regret,
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Sometimes you have to see the beauty,
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In all of this loneliness.
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The streetlights flicker, and they fade,
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Like every good intention that I've had,
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And every face that passes through my mind,
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And I'll be struggling with these same old dreams,
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Until the concrete turns to sand,
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And I'm swept up by the waves.
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[Chorus]
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There's only so many chances that you get to do,
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Something that's this important,
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Now I'd rather sink than swim.
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Sewer grates keep spitting up their steam,
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Exhaling all the broken dreams I've flushed away.
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And I wonder when, when I'll bow out,
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Wash me away like I was made of sand,
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And it's wonderful, it's wonderful.
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Talking Of Michelangelo
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