The Last Morning

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This is the last morning that I wake up in this dirty city
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Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies
            A
This is the last morning that I wash in rusty water
                                    D
Trying to shave a face that I don't even recognise

D
Down the hallway rats are skittering, I can smell the garbage rotting
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Hear the children crying in an apartment down below
            D                      A
This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to listen to it
          D
I'm going home, yeah

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This is the last morning, that I try to breath the heavy air
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Fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, watch the world turn grey
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This is the last morning that I drink my coffee standing up
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Smile and speak to strangers who just turn and walk away

          D
This is a tough cold city here, and I'll guess I'll never cut it here
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And I'm so tired of trying to stand against it all alone
            D                      A
This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to fight it
          D
I'm going home, yeah

            D
This is the last morning that I wear these greasy overalls
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Punch the clock and do just what I'm told to get along
             A
And face the long evening, laying close beside my radio
                            D
Imagining the kisses of the girl that sings the song

D
Down below the subway's screaming, as I lay here halfway dreaming
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Looking at the ceiling, wondering where, the dream went wrong (where, where)
            D                      A
This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to think about it
          D
I'm going home

          D
I'm going home,   I'm going home,   I'm going home