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Here she comes like a |
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Queen all through the wintertime |
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Skirts that billow long after she's gone |
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Yes I could smell her smell on the pillow late at night |
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She's a rose that blooms at night |
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And all the streets were wet and slicked with rain |
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Outside my green front door |
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Number 48 seemed dull by comparison |
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I went on down to the pub to stock up for the long night by myself |
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That's one way out of this cold and lonely world |
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Yes I'll be a rose that blooms tonight |
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The city's quiet |
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The rioters have all gone home now |
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The fire brigades' sirens have been locked up for the night |
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There's a blackout down on |
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Brown Street |
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Where all the blues come home |
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And yes there's a rose that blooms at night |
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Now Jim he packed up all his bags and said "It's time to get out of here" |
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But his wife and children they were crying out in the kitchen |
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Out in the back |
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Once a year he remembers that scene |
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But it seems so long ago now |
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He tries to remember but he can't |
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You don't look back |
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Memories - they're like a rose that blooms at night |
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There's a clock that never strikes |
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In the Town |
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Hall's towers of steel |
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There's a road that's never used |
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It's never kissed with the hiss of wheel |
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In your mouth is a rusted brace |
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That you flash with your junkyard smile |
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Shine on like a rose at night *written by |
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Bob Geldof *taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love" |
