The Mountain Goats – Harlem Roulette (Guitar)

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Unknown engines underneath the city

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Steam pushing up in billows through the grates

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Frankie Lymon's tracking "Seabreeze" in a studio in Harlem, Its 1968.

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Just a pair of tunes to hammer out.

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Everybody's off the clock by 10.

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The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again.

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Feels so free when I hit the avenue.

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Nothing like a New York summer night.

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Every dream's a good dream,

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Even awful dreams are good dreams,

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If you're doing it right.

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Remember soaring higher than a cloud.

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Get pretty sentimental now and then.

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The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again.

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And four hours north of Portland, a radio flips on.

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And some no one from the future remembers that you're gone.

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Armies massing in the dusky distance.

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Ghosted in the ribbon microphone.

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Leave a little mark on something, maybe,

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Take the secret circuit home.

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Nothing in the shadows but the shadow hands.

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Reaching out to sad, young, frightened men.

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The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again.

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Yeah, the loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again.