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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