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Where the Lights Hang Low - Passenger
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Where the Lights Hang Low Passenger

Where the Lights Hang Low - Passenger
[Verse 1]
There's a place I go
Where the lights hang low
The walls are stale from a thousand Marlborough lights
And the carpet tells a tale of a thousand Friday nights

[Verse 2]
There's a man outside
Big black holes for eyes
Biting down on burnt out cigars
Plays forgotten songs on broken guitars

[Chorus]
There's a place I go
Where the lights hang low

[Verse 3]
There's a place I've found
On the edge of town
Where all the girls dress in angelic white
But age is so unkind under florescent lights

[Verse 4]
And there's a man by the door
Neatly stitched to the floor
He's sat there for a thousand years
And he'll sit there for a thousand more
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