There were a number of years, in between
When we were brothers in arms, and cigarettes
When we were young and poor, and we knew more
Than anyone, than anyone else in the world
The world was night, and the night was magic
We breathed it in, in our little town
In our little minds, and our little lives
You pulled us all together, held us round you
Never alone in a crowd, not if you can help it
The way you were in your mind, a bit separate
The way you were in your mind, a bit sad
You always told us that you loved us
But not in the way we thought
Somewhere behind your grey eyes, full of sorrow and charm
And hands full of harm, knew you were great
You were the man of the hour, our symbol
Of our life, of our life in this dirty town
The world was night, and the night was magic
We breathed it in, in our little town
In our little minds, and our little lives
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