I would love to be the lucky one on chill avenue
Who could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blue
But with the beggin' sleeping losers as they turn in for the night
I'm looking back for home and I can see the lights
I should be jumpin' shoutin' that I made it all this way
From Camden town station to 44th and 8th
Not many make it this far and many say we're great
But just like them we walk on an' we can't escape our fate
Can't you hear the sighing
Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue
Both say they needed something new
So I'm standing at the gates of the west
would
waitress
telling
station
standing
jimmy
great
glory
yesterday
gates
another
future
crying
avenue
friend
somewhere
chill
money
again
immigrants
escape
casts
beers
years
ghetto
around
cellar
clustered
roulette
could
little
kitchen
crime
lights
playing
looking
perfect
round
pulse
losers
lucky
needed
night
heart
spoons
plates
turned
remnants
sleeping
should
shadow
sighing
something
southside
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