I'm all alone here
in the Paris of the drug world
I'm all by myself
in the London of the unknowns
New York City has no pity
on this Mecca
ofthe brilliant failures
Why do they call this
The city of light?
why do they call this
the city of light?
When we've the finest collection
of pain and rejection
the very best
of the forgotten daydreams
Cheif Waubonsee
forgot to mention
on his way out of town
that we were living
in a mastodon graveyard
One hundred thousand
lonely people
all together
going nowhere
It's a dreary place
in the shadow of Chicago
a sorry space
on the face of the world
Beautiful buildings
are falling to ruin
tree-lined streets where bullets fly
everybody's too afraid
to walk outside
even in the sunshine!
Aurora, nobody loves you
except for me
Aurora, nobody loves you
except for me
Aurora...
where the lights
refuse to shine.
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