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This is the last morning that I wake up in this dirty city
Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies
This is the last morning that I wash in rusty water
Trying to shave a face that I don't even recognise
Down the hallway rats are skittering, I can smell the garbage rotting
Hear the children crying in an apartment down below
This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to listen to it
I'm going home, yeah
This is the last morning, that I try to breath the heavy air
Fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, watch the world turn grey
This is the last morning that I drink my coffee standing up
Smile and speak to strangers who just turn and walk away
This is a tough cold city here, and I'll guess I'll never cut it here
And I'm so tired of trying to stand against it all alone
This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to fight it
I'm going home, yeah
This is the last morning that I wear these greasy overalls
Punch the clock and do just what I'm told to get along
And face the long evening, laying close beside my radio
Imagining the kisses of the girl that sings the song
Down below the subway's screaming, as I lay here halfway dreaming
Looking at the ceiling, wondering where, the dream went wrong (where, where)
This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to think about it
I'm going home
I'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home