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BEDSITTER LAND (Leo Sayer / Frank Farrell) Leo Sayer Iím thinking of taking The easy way out Open the window Iíll fall to the ground I could do it -- wouldnít be much too it I gotta little place here in the city Itís kind of small and dirty, itís a bedsitter And thereís a lot of us living here Wall to wall in one big house And when the night comes íround I can see a lot of lonely lights There are people in there breathing But it donít seem right In the streets way down below me Iím listening for just a sound But nobody comes around In bedsitterland And thereís a man below me on the balcony Crying to be heard Screaming to be heard Iím haunted by his words And the people in the street just shrug their shoulders Saying heís disturbed Heís in another world Screaming at the birds Crying to be heard I hear his every word Iíve slept in the gutter on a summerís day Oh Iíve bummed cigarettes in the night cafes Iíve joined the breadline Believe I got a deadline I gotta little place here in the city Itís kind of small and dirty, itís a bedsitter And thereís a lot of us living here Wall to wall in one big house And when the night comes íround I can see a lot of lonely lights There are people in there breathing But it donít seem right In the streets way down below me Iím listening for just a sound But nobody comes around The lights are going down Nobody comes around In bedsitterland

    


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