I knew a girl years ago that came on this street for six months or so
Nobody knew where she came from or where later she did go
Now they say’s she’s back on the sidewalk concrete
Nine’s back on Jane Street

Back then
Back then

She stayed for a while with a woman whom they called the collector
She took photos of young girls and showed them on a projector
She promised food if they’d pose on her sheet
Nina’s back on Jane Street.

At times she slept under a bridge and some nights at a hostel in Harlem
Coming home early in the morning and leaving again at two pm
Returning from her unspeakable retreat
Nina’s back on Jane Street.

I couldn’t believe it when I heard she had returned to the neighbourhood
But the other day I turned the corner and suddenly there she stood
Where friends part and lovers meet
Nina’s back on Jane Street.

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What if I did, what could I've done
We all agreed but still I'm chasing the sun
It's summer in December when the rain starts to run
falling down heavenly, long gone fun

What If I did, what would I find
A burned out planet a kingdom of crime
We're in june but freezing like its minus degrees
Oh how the children wish to feel at ease

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You have travelled many places and been with lots of women
And you don’t know this but they have given you a reputation
I can tell you that you didn’t get any points for discretion

- You pick them up at bars and use them as fuel for your engine

You’re an only-child, gypsy king, a “soon to be everything”
From your throne you sit pointing at the world with a zip gun
Under an autumn setting sun burning, bloody, crimson

- You have a good eye and you are aiming for the left wing

And people want to get used by you, they know you aint cruel
They have heard you speaking at parties about love and youth
They have looked you in the eye, believed it as the truth

- But you always save your own ass first, that’s your only rule

We were the forgotten romantics, the society losers
We're the back alley cats so afraid of being bored
And we're Intimacy abusers
thats all we can afford

I'm most likely up for it, we'll all probably all say yes
If you want to do a documentary on my case
And I might even undress
if you can't stand my face

Now written on your wall is seven different ways to die
You say them out loud but I already know them well
You never kiss and lie
I never kill and tell

All that she sees is places she mistrusts to be

And I talked and talked to thieves about stealing love

Cause the taste of tea has gone so weak

Of all mistrust

A heart shouldn’t skip a beat

I’m a waiting man

Can’t go to sleep

The waiting man

I am I will be

For her light love, I give a heavy hand

With a mother of too much wine and nicotine

She turns around to face another man

Of all mistrust

A heart shouldn’t skip a beat

I’m a waiting man

Come live with me

She is so cold

Tried to break her shell of stone

To the core of a bleeding heart so alone

But her eyes told me “no”