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It's summer and I am on an avenue |
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A street you can still walk at night |
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It's summer and not cold at all, but strangely I still quiver |
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Anonymous yet satisfied they walk past each other |
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It's a cold dark night tonight |
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A night like every other |
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It's cold, can't be closed with anything |
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It's the cold that surrounds us |
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It's a cold dark night tonight |
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A night like every other |
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It's cold, can't be closed with anything |
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It's the cold that surrounds us daily |
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I'm on my way to the party by Jacky |
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It's what's up tonight |
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"Great, you came" - It's all as usual |
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"How you doing?" - but no one cares |
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And everyone's drinking, cracking, having a blast |
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So they don't feel the deadly cold around them |
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He's on a corner of the seventh avenue |
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Eddi, the nomad of the town |
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He's just filling his tank with a bottle of wine |
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Having a good old time - with a tear in his eye |
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Days gone by and hard times brought him here |
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And every bottle sheds a new tear in his eye |
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I say: "Hey Ed, it's a cold dark night tonight!" |
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He laughs, a warm laugh, honest no fake or slight |
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It warmed me, it follows me through the cold night |
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It's so easy, it's pleasant to warm the cold night |