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Called out my name Like a moth to a flame, drawn to the lights of the city When I got there I gazed in despair, all of the streets were so gritty You said you consider me your friend. Where were you when I was at wits? end? Running from the city, all the girls so pretty, tell me where I am. Running from the city, all the streets so gritty, don?t know where I am. Did as I pleased now I?m down on my knees. Betrayed by the streets in the city. Wound up in jail, no one to post bail. All my dreams fail, what a pity! You said you?d be with me to the end, but where were you when I needed a friend? Running from the city, all the streets so gritty, tell me where I am Running from the city, isn?t it a pity don?t know where I am. Running from the city You know I?m running from the city. Running from the city. Won?t tell you where I am. You said you consider me your friend. Where were you when I was in the pen? From Letras Mania