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lying in the dark
There shines an everlasting light
For the King has left his throne
And is sleeping in a manger tonight

Oh Bethlehem, what you have
singing, chicken getting fried
I missed it all by sleeping in, And I feel no light inside
I gave him all my heart’s blood
And he’s run off with my soul
making tricks
And their dirty politics
Let's go

Freedom's never cheap you know
Get out on the street
We're moving to the beat

Right wing
With your face turned to the bedroom-lamp,
You're sleeping
It's light a cheap replacement for the sun
And the pouring water in the pipes around us
know if I can trust my friends,
taking anything just to make this end.
Cheap wine, hustles, drugs and streetcrime,
sleeping at the flicks turning
lying in the dark
There shines an everlasting light
For the king has left his throne
And is sleeping in a manger tonight, tonight

Oh Bethlehem, what
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
Cheap
Then It's Gone In A Heart-Beat
I Know You're Not Sleeping
Did I Hurt Your Feelings
Now You're Lost In A Crowd
Our Silence So Loud
In The Meantime
feet
Passed by while everyone was sleeping

So when the lights go out
You'll hear them scream and shout

[Chorus]

Well we won't run anymore,
Lights up a new escape
Let's be of these times
Holy blue with the breaking glow

Inside the pace
Hardens and grace
Fossilized by a game
Talk
are sleeping 
And sell them for dust and cheap lust 
And I'll turn your hope while you are weeping 
And cover your eyes with sad lies and dark skies
a light that don't come cheap
You fight you cry you lie you bleed
And you lean on one another
Blood brothers

I got a scar on my cheek from a bar room
night

I love a good cheap wine
And a friend with a free line
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
who'll let us drink for free
The best moments in life are always cheap
I got a couple of tricks hidden up my sleeve
Spend the night with me then you'll
(VERSE 1)
Even though you were fooled 
I was on my guard 
Cheap tricks for money 
The magician man 
Tacky gag, whacky lines 
He was at this best
On the edge of town

At the edge of the night
Is a darkness seen
From the side of the light
(From the side of the night)

And the winds blow round
This sleeping
That protected seal of love 
Broken by the flame of fun 
Lying back with Exodus 
In the arms of lovers trust 

That romantic dance of light 
From
When the morning comes and you’re still sleeping
With all those dreams in your pretty head
I light a fire while the sun comes creeping
All across
home 
Oh momma's disappointed waiting by the phone 

Yeah!

Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA
Sidney Sidney in the USA 

Same fucking
In a house up the hill
Lays a boy, he's sleeping still
And the time's creeping by
'Til the world prepares to die
Then again out of dust
Will arise
Cheap perfume and painted faces
Fallen angles fill the places 
Where I go when my troubles pull me down
All the lies I know they'll tell me
Cheap perfume, and painted faces
Fallen angels fill the places
Where I go when my troubles bring me down.
All the lies, I know they'll tell me,
tricks up the sleeve, wear boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put