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FThe kids 'round here look just like sticks, FThey trade old licks with a beat up six, BbI smile and catch the groove, GmGothic girls all dress in black, Serious as heart attacks, CIt takes a little bit of getting used to, FThe old man with the whiskey stains, FLost the night forgot his name, BbHis poor wife will sleep alone again, DmAnd it aBbin't hard to understand, CWhy she's hBbolding on to her own hand, It's mFidnight in Chelsea sha la la la MidnBbight in Chelsea sha la la la GmNo one's asking me for favours, No one's looking for a saviour, CThey're too busy saving me
I've seen a lone, sloane ranger drive seems her chauffeur took a dive And sold her secrets to the sun And later in a magazine I finally figured what it means To be a saint, not a queen Two lustful lovers catch a spark And chase their shadows in the dark Someone's getting off tonight Of a big red bus that's packed so tight It disappears in a trail of light Somewhere someone's dreaming baby it's all right... It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea No one's asking me for favors No one's looking for a savoir They're too busy saving me Midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea No one's pinned the dreams on me No one's asking me to bleed I'm the man I want to be When Chelsea girls sing... It's morning when I go to sleep In the distant dawn a church bell rings Another day is coming on A baby's born, an old man dies Somewhere young lovers kiss good-bye I leave my soul and just move on And wish that I was there to sing this song It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea No one's asking me for favors No one's looking for a savior They're too busy saving me It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea No one's pinned the dreams on me No one's asking me to bleed I'm the man I want to be The man I want to be,the man I want to be Midnight in Chelsea