The Postal Service
The Postal Service - The District Sleeps Alone Tonight songtekst
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Smeared black ink, your palms are sweaty And I'm barely listening to last demands I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath Where I am Where I am I'll wear my badge A vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest That tells your new friends I am a visitor here I am not permanent And the only thing keeping me dry is Where I am Where I am Where I am You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting And I am finally seeing Why I was the one worth leaving Why I was the one worth leaving D.C. sleeps alone tonight Where I am Where I am Where I am You seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting And I am finally seeing Why I was the one worth leaving Why I was the one worth leaving Where I am Where I am Where I am The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening And I am finally seeing Why I was the one worth leaving Why I was the one worth leaving Why I was the one worth leaving Why I was the one worth leaving