Turn towards the neon night And watch the spectre of the night time Read the sign ?? killing time And they can't see me, they can't see Synthetic sounds around the town Moaning bus queues all alone Trying to find their own way home Some are young and some are grown There's still time for me With just a little help from you There's still time for me There's still time for me The mist of the city has soaken through my clothes The people who were there before were only there to gloat Synthetic sounds around the town Moaning bus queues all alone Trying to find their own way home Some are young and some are grown
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Paul Maclauchlan () Last change: Fri Jan 13 00:14:54 EST 2006