Another Town - text

I, I lookout of my windowfrom my room on the 15th floori watch the cars oass by rain, raindrops like diamonds coming downdifferent kinds of music mixed upa roary friday night a girl, a girl running for shelter to a porchshe's checking out her make-up brieflyin a shop window the beggar 'stumbling down the sidewalkto the mission post just around the cornerto dry his worn out clothes it's just a street in another townanother country but the same old soundsit looks familiar like i've been here beforebut it's another hotelroom on another hotelfloor

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