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This is the last morning that I wake up in this dirty city

Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies

This is the last morning that I wash in rusty water

Trying to shave a face that I don't even recognise

Down the hallway rats are skittering, I can smell the garbage rotting

Hear the children crying in an apartment down below

This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to listen to it

I'm going home, yeah

This is the last morning, that I try to breath the heavy air

Fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, watch the world turn grey

This is the last morning that I drink my coffee standing up

Smile and speak to strangers who just turn and walk away

This is a tough cold city here, and I'll guess I'll never cut it here

And I'm so tired of trying to stand against it all alone

This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to fight it

I'm going home, yeah

This is the last morning that I wear these greasy overalls

Punch the clock and do just what I'm told to get along

And face the long evening, laying close beside my radio

Imagining the kisses of the girl that sings the song

Down below the subway's screaming, as I lay here halfway dreaming

Looking at the ceiling, wondering where, the dream went wrong (where, where)

This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to think about it

I'm going home

I'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home