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TONIGHT (LUCY)

Well Lucy, she took a train to the city tonight
to sell her hearth to them rough boys
grown up under those slums and brothels lights
And you can see her bright just like a homeless sun
Down at the gates of this mad town
when the sun, when the sun falls down
When the angels close their wings
and you can hear for miles around their voice whispering to the sky
and sometimes they cry in the city tonight

Well Lucy looks at the rain in the city tonight
as the raindrops are still trying in vain
to wash a life so full of lies
And you can see her move just like a butterfly
wings too small for this dirty town
when the sun, when the sun falls down
And lovers run in rain
and you can see them jump in puddles and bet they’re
fallen stars
and sometimes they are in the city tonight

Hey Lucy, there’s a tramp in the city tonight
he’s still waiting for a train to heaven
but I think it won’t arrive
And no one saw you when you filled your eyes with stars
and spat on the face of this loser town
where the sun, where the sun falls down
And the moonlight killed your dreams
and said sometimes to be happy you gotta throw away
your latest chance in the city tonight

Click here for the translation in Italian

Lucy took a train to the city tonight
to sell her heart to those rough boys
raised under the lights of the slums and brothels
And you can see her, shining like a homeless sun
down at the gates of this crazy city
when the sun goes down
when the angels close their wings
and you can hear for miles around their voices whispering to the sky
Sometimes they cry, in the city tonight

Lucy watches the rain in the city tonight
while the raindrops still try, in vain
to wash away a life so full of lies
And you can see her flutter like a butterfly
her wings too small for this dirty city
when the sun goes down
And lovers run in the rain
and you can see them jump in puddles betting they're fallen stars
And sometimes they really are, in the city tonight

Hey Lucy, there’s a vagabond in the city tonight
he's still waiting for a train to heaven
but I don't think it will come
And no one saw you when you filled your eyes with stars
and spat in the face of this loser city
where the sun goes down
And the moonlight killed your dreams
and told you “Sometimes to be happy you have to throw away
your last chance, in the city tonight”

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