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By Eva

Verse 1 

Shadows subtle on the dark, cold street

Wind on my face and rain at my feet.

Another day done, another day to waste,

A cold body with eyes and a 

Pessimistic taste

I wanna go home but I have to be patient,

20 minutes on the schedule and I’m getting frustrated

No money, no phone and it’s getting late

Just trying to get out of town but I’m having to wait

Chorus

Late again, leaving me here, 

On my own, without a choice, again. 

Late again, leaving me here, 

On my own, without a choice, again.

Verse 2

Shadows subtle on the cold dark street,

Wind on my face and rain at my feet,

Abandoned on the street,

My waiting gone to waste,

A cold standing body with a 

Pessimistic taste