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Hey, I got on the bus Found myself a seat More people pilin' on I watch the busy street Snow was comin' down And more was on the ground What's rollin' into town Said I'd better get back home I seen a rain soaked mattress 'Neath the apartment house of death Strewn in a vacant mess All watered-down and wet I seen the horse cops take the beat Makin' horseshoes in the sleet Outside the dollar store I didn't have a broken heart I was not that lonely yet When life played a trick on me I'm afraid I didn't get Seen two lovers in the park Felt the blood rush to my fists They were sittin' on a bench Entangled in a kiss... Which wouldn't mean a goddamned thing It wouldn't be no big to do But even from behind I could see that she was you She was... Faraway you - what is it you do? Treat me so cruel, act so faraway Sittin' on the bus Heard the driver signal sound More people pilin' on, Other people climbin' down I seen a dumpster bum appeased Dinin' on a dumpster feast He looked up at me, We turned the corner headin' east And then we made a couple rights My face had faded white Stopped at a traffic light And made a left on 17th... Then I got off the bus Found my apartment door Held the keys up to the lock And they jangled to the floor Well I jangled down beside 'em And I guess I might've slept 'Cause when I woke up in the mornin' I was still out on the step. Singin'... Faraway you - what is it you do? Treat me so cruel, act so faraway
Writer(s): David Bielanko, Serge Bielanko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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