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• Artiste: Franz Nicolay
• Titre: Nightratsong
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It's a clear day down on Second Avenue I'm staring at the wall and dreaming I don't have a view Neither I nor him or you Has any clue of what to do I'm fidgety and nervous I can't help thinking of you My throat is getting tight I'm waiting for someone to call If I could afford the bill I'd put my fist through this wall I got eight thousand records I'm gonna have to scrap them all 'Cause right now not a word of them Is any use to me at all Cash in your chips while you can The pot is getting full Even if I had something to add I'd never make it through the door I'm too tired to turn out the light No strength to start a fight But it's alright I got a desperate streak inside me That I gave up trying to hide As it is I'm getting better at saying "Hey, hey, hey, hey, I'm alright" And less and less I mind If you don't care that it's a lie What the hell, I'm still alive Who'd notice if I died? Cash in your chips while you can The pot is getting full Even if I had something to add I'd never make it through the door 'Cause I'm too tired to turn out the light No strength to start a fight But it's alright I spend my days in the dark I spend my nights in the light In a city full of scapegoats I stay safely out of sight And if there's something that needs doing If there's something you need done I'l sidle up next to your savior I'll tell him he's the one Do do do do do do do do