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WHERE ARE YOU? by the Unsacred Hearts
I hope you’re right, I shut the light, I hit the street, and the city is bright
With runaways and throwaways and Lady Days dying day and night
With safe bets and cigarettes and silly bands hauling gear to stage
And silhouettes and jet sets and dirty hands clenched in fists of rage
Where are you? Are you watching TV?
Are you doing drugs? Are you looking for me?
Where are you? Where are you?
It’s like a thrill from the still of a film that you used to love
It’s like a scene from a dream on the marquee sign above
A little king, a diamond ring, a pretty thing when you’re feeling bad
It’s kinda true, it’s kinda sad, because it makes you miss the things you had
