wb :

he was walking down the streets in town
nothing alongside, nothing belongside
wearing his clothes and a hat and a frown
dark on the outside, dark on the inside

kicking his feet past the broken glass
nothing alongside, nothing belongside
making his way back home from the mass
dark on the outside, dark on the inside

and all round his eyes, in resplendent disguise
nothing alongside, nothing belongside
naked neon lights and broken docksides
dark on the outside, dark on the inside

it's hell for a man for living alone
nothing alongside, nothing belongside
when the only bells ring atone, atone
dark on the outside, dark on the inside

sunsets in september, snowstorms in spain
nothing alongside, nothing belongside
evenings past loving, evenings past pain
dark on the outside, dark on the inside

back in his bed where the sun don't shine
nothing alongside, nothing belongside
it may be bleak but the world ain't blind
dark on the outside, dark on the inside

and now his body's six feet down
nothing alongside, nothing belongside
wearing his clothes and a hat and a frown
dark on the outside, dark on the inside

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