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I've been messing around with the night I return with a black eye on the right side of my face This journey ends here, the street's in silence And the traffic lights are painting pictures into the fog This city sleeps, but I'm awake, morning bells are promising danger And I'm counting my steps on my way back home This town's asleep, but I'm awake, morning bells are promising danger And I'm counting my steps on my way back home Take a picture, took my time I return with a fracture and a certain pressure on my spine This journey ends here, the street's in silence And what's left is a cigarette flavour A waste of taste and a card of the pavior This city sleeps, but I'm awake, morning bells are promising danger And I'm counting my steps on my way back home This city sleeps, but I'm awake, morning bells are promising new days And I'm counting my steps, on my way back home This city sleeps, but I'm awake, morning bells are promising new days And I'm counting my steps, on my way back home This town's asleep, but I'm awake, morning bells are promising new days And I'm counting my steps on my way back home From Letras Mania