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Nightman
Don Johnson Big Band

Saw a man in the street with his fist in the airnTreading along with a quiet limp and a mystery glarenThis could be fair he insisted in a whisper and starednMe down as i passed him, asked him if they missed him and carednnEyes suspicious, used to being attacked onnThe smell of liquor in his breath, he had pride in his backbonenSaid i'm just an old man with his life in a shopping cartnThis dog is my family and i sleep in the parknnBut i wasn't always like this, never thought i'd fall this deepnAll mystique is long gone, i'm in a hole and my call is weaknBut the people just don't listen to a bum they all mistreatnAnd it's not easy to climb out when the wall is steepnnMy mind is spokennMy mind is brokennMy mind's been open for too longnnThere's a light inside still glowing in the kitchennYou walk down the stairs, turn life into fictionnThat intersection could be the last turnnAnd the way you keep beating your heart on fast burn is fatalnUnable to find the right labelnFor the sudden disappearance of familiar road mapsnYou got a video-phone-fax and everything you neednBut can't hide the truth under a tablennSo you proceed to the street and find yourself alonenIn the freezing cold, under your feetnIs the crackling ice that makes time disappearnLet your eyelids fall, is blindness a fear?nQuiet as the sheer heavy weight that leaves a long shadownWhen you're battling back to where you startednThe cold hot on your heels appeals to the real sensenYou got little that needs to be guardednSo keep that thought and your wheel in motionnAll the mirrors are gone, you feel the motionnOf the past getting closer, infinite on this tapenMinute by minute, give it my limit and escapennIs it hot, burning or scorching?nIs it your microphone or did you bring a torch in?nThe people keep marching to the beat of a drumnBut no voice ringing out for the freedom to runnI don't drop a rhyme, i bleed in my lungnIf there's a seed in my tongue, i can't stop it from spreadingnThe topic of letting you know exactly what i stand fornThe mind is in position, and the body is a band fornMy music of rebellion is out of handnI shouted damn, i'm not a man, i'm a civiliannAnd sometimes the paper needs a heavy strokenOr just a light touch, and a room full of heavy smokenEvery hope i could have seen in his troubling triesnWould fall down with the force of his suffering eyesnScuffle and rise from the gutter just to make the people wondernWhere i came from, the rubble of liesnnI'm in a tunnel now, in the warm yellow flarenOf the headlights grazing a sky that seemed rednGet stronger, get swallowed by the concretenI follow the glow, go to sleep under a palm treennCHORUSnnSaw a man in the street and i wasn't awarenOf that familiar look behind his air of despairnPrepare to be scared if you don't knownWhat's hiding under your stairsnThe people you see, but don't hear, we just let them be therenWhy be bothered, i was always in the front seatnAnd who is he to talk to, i know he's trying to front menDying slowly, i am only going homenGot to wake up in the morning, got to take it with a lonely groannnBut i wasn't always like this, never thought i'd fall this deepnAll mystique is long gone, i'm in a hole and my call is weaknNow i know we better find out this before we speaknIt's not easy to climb out when the wall is steep


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