In the shining sun
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My images they run
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Confusing all I've done before I've begun
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And every city scene
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Becomes a roaring stream
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A nightmare and a dream rolled into one
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But when the city sleeps
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I'm up and on my feet
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Along the darkened streets
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Hear me run
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Through the empty town
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Running, laughing, down
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No-one else around - to bother old me
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By factories I sway
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My shadows seem to play
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To do this in the day - I'd never be free
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But when the city sleeps....
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When The City Sleeps
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| Barclay James Harvest |
