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Smeared black ink Your palms are sweaty And I'm barely listening To last demands I'm staring at the asphalt wondering What's buried underneath Where I am Where I am I'll wear my badge A vinyl sticker with big block letters Adherent to my chest That tells your new friends I am a visitor here; I am not permanent And the only thing keeping me dry is Where I am You seem so out of context In this gaudy apartment complex A stranger with your door key Explaining that I'm just visiting And I am finally seeing Why I was the one worth leaving Why I was the one worth leaving D.C. sleeps alone tonight (Alone, alone, alone...) (Where I am) You seem so out of context In this gaudy apartment complex A stranger with your door key Explaining that I'm just visiting And I am finally seeing Why I was the one worth leaving Why I was the one worth leaving The district sleeps alone tonight After the bars turn out their lights And send the autos swerving Into the loneliest evening And I am finally seeing Why I was the one worth leaving Why I was the one worth leaving Why I was the one worth leaving Why I was the one worth leaving