.Oh it's midnight on the Bowery and your feet are soakin' wet
And you've drank your last brass farthin'
You'd sell your soul for a cigarette
And the sounds from cbgb's are comfortin' to you
Then you think of the green fields of Ireland
And you feel 40 shades of blue
Ah you're .
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