Tedium
I step out and enter the nightlife,
Take a walk down memory lane.
Spotlights and people surround me,
All of us bombarded by rain.
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Out for some noodles, a paper, a beer,
There's not anything more I can do.
Not in this city, not on this world,
An unpleasant fact but it's true.
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I head for my spot, I head for my shelter,
I brush up on what counts for the news.
I have my dinner, I pay my bills,
I then head back home for my booze.
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The city is bright, but it's really dead,
Or at least with my spirit it's so.
Repeating this process, night after night,
For there's nowhere else I can go.