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Walking 'round town in a place I've never been In deep, deep Manhattan I recall it all, your dress and how it falls You rollin' in deep satin Won't you call a cab, mister, won't you pay my tab? There's some kids on the curb haymakin' And I ain't been home in three years or so And everyone I know now's mistaken Frauds as friends, starts as ends Big lights is actual love But you in Manhattan rolling in deep satin Was a painful and wonderful drug Well, I've been coming down on a Greyhound That is westbound to the sea When you see the lights when you hear the rain There ain't a chance you're thinkin' of me Is that song stuck in your head? "Friend of the Devil," by the Dead 'Cause if that's the case, then that's just what I'll be There's love when I'm leavin', there's light through the ceiling I'll set out runnin' home If I get around out in this place tonight SongtexteI'll gladly be takin' myself home So won't you call a cab, mister, won't you pay my tab? I heard life was a windin' road There's no hounds or child around But the devil follows where I go Well, I've been coming down on a Greyhound That is westbound to the sea When you see the lights when you hear the rain There ain't a chance you're thinkin' of me Is that song stuck in your head? "Friend of the Devil," by the Dead 'Cause if that's the case, then that's just what I'll be Aus Songtexte Mania