[Submitted
by NeneCarrera@web.de]
You’ve heard it said I taught the bird to fly
One kiss from me and some can’t say goodbye
The place you’ll find me when the sun goes down
After hours, on the wrong side of town.
How many faces will I chabge today
Take them to places where the shadows play
That’s where you’ll find me when the sun goes down
After hours, on the wrong side of town.
Lulled by the promise of a broken dream
They all come looking for the answers
The question’s never if and when: they fall from grace
After al, it’s just a matter of time.
Here comes another with a life to spare
So young and innocent but I know that stare
Just whistle “Parkers’s Mood”: I’ll be there
After hours, on the wrong side of town
After hours, on the wrong side of town.
Stay away from the wrong side of town.
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