(R. Martin) I'm staying in the city In the dim light I feel complete Though the plaster walls I've worked long and hard for Are moving in You will find me sleeping Without a single soul around Someone unwinding In a lonesome part of town In my best dress and make-up To meet the night I can hardly reach the sink Everything's cock-eyed To the drunk that I'm turning into I've turned into You will find me sleeping Without a single soul around Someone unwinding In a lonesome part of town I don't want your sympathy When I go to speak Stop and listen to me Don't turn away From the words of the gray and aging. You will find me sleeping Without a single soul around Someone unwinding In a lonesome part of town Lonesome town.
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