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The night sky and the city start blending
in silence and shadows
the bright lights and the crowds never tempt me -
they miss the point
Can you tell me how i feel?
can you tell me how i feel?
Down there it seems that everyone's psychic
and full of suggestions
down there everyone's trying
to make their point
What about how i feel?
what about how i feel?
The are lovers and prophets,
witches and bosses,
street drunks, strangers, "girls at the office",
talk shows with klansmen, palmists and con men,
therapists, authors, priests and the lawmen...
What about how i feel?
can you tell me how i feel?
How could you know?