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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