The Loneliest Place

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The loneliest place
Trapped in that week
Between Christmas and New Years
Desperate men
Desperate faces
My line is dying out
Nowhere to turn
Nowhere to run
Just a haven
In this concrete hell
The lights shining down
Are starting to fade
To think on these streets
We recently played
Trapped under an umbrella
Stolen with a kiss
Now I rot away here
Not sure if I’m missed
Right here
Stuck in the time
Between Christmas and New Years
In the loneliest place