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East Coast trains run slow

And Edinburgh seems cold

For eighteen year olds

Freedom

But Leith feels like New York

All the cars and talk

Moving down the Walk

All day

So I'm lying in this hotel

Hearing sirens and drunken fights

But I paid cash to the angels

Guarding me tonight

So I'm lying in this hotel

Hearing sirens and drunken fights

And I paid cash to the angel

Guarding me tonight

Long days on my own

Cry when I come home

Have to carry on

Somehow

Leith could be New York

All the cars and talk

Moving down the Walk

All day