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It's the same old situation |
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Same old faces, but a different town |
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Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide |
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I'm dancing with the shadows, |
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In a cold moonlight. |
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And I can't wait until morning |
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I can't wait another minute, |
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hour or day or night, |
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I can't wait until the morning, |
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You know it won't feel so cold. |
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It's 5am, and I just got into bed |
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And the heart of the city is almost gone, |
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And I know what is right |
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And I know what is wrong |
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I'm dancing with the shadows, |
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In a cold moonlight. |
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And I can't wait until morning |
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I can't wait another minute, |
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hour or day or night, |
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I can't wait until the morning, |
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You know it feel so cold. |
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Sometimes in between my |
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dreams at night, |
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I walk alone I'm going understand. |
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And in the distance I can hear a crowd. |
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It makes me wonder what it's all about, |
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All about... |
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All about |
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It's the same old consolation, |
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Different faces in the same old town, |
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Nowhere to run, and |
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nowhere to hide, |
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They're dancing with the shadows, |
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In a cold moonlight |
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And I can't wait until morning |
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I can't wait another minute, |
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hour or day or night, |
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I can't wait until the morning, |
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You know it feel so cold. |
