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it's so hard I the eveningthe lights come onI get some change for the phoneI'm tired of driving it's too cold to cryI remember when it only cost a dimedark clouds are circlingI'm a photograph tonightshuffling papers and getting everything wrongI walk for hours, try not to feel alonewaking up and findingthe feeling's gonesomething for my hand then I'm goneturn on the radio and though it seems so hardto find that place before it had to be so harddark clouds are hoveringwith friends like these man who needs friendsfaces in the window, two red lights are growing smallI'd like to leave if I could stand at all Aus Songtexte Mania