The time is getting late here,
I'm all washed up and graced with faint applause,
Dressed in a cheap facade.
I'm looking for a place I'll never see again,
A street I've never walked on,
There's nothing here worth taking,
Just my reflection fading,
Not the fairest one of all.
I'm looking for a place I'll never see again,
A street I've never walked on,
A street I've never walked on,
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