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Put up chairs, the barmaid stares, it's closing time
but the streets on fire, the midnight choir are drunk and easy now,
the pavement is an ashtray for
lovers did their heads beneath their winter clothes
drowned by the rain or by the night the taxi lights too bright
the clock ticks dead, the day is put to rest.
Got to get out of these shoes
find a way to your room
or any room, where I feel love
All the empty botles remind us of our last chirade
but every night this town turns to a maskarade
and i have played each part from time to time
Got to get out of these shoes
find a way to your room
or any room, where I feel
life isn't a dying race
and love is more than canvas waves
fireworks explode high above
i've got to go
I won't I won't
leave a note and a rose by the stair
just a light going out the wind caught up in your hair
another firework cracks the sky line
i've got to go
but don't put your trust in me when i'm broke in two
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