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The morning is dead and the day, is, too. |
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The step is up here to meet me but the velvet fool. |
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All my loveliness |
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I have felt today. |
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It's a little more than enough to make a man throw himself away. |
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And I continue to burn the midnight lamp alone. |
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Now the smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall |
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It really doesn't really doesn't bother me to watch at all |
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It's just the ah ever fallinglove dust that makes it so hard for me to see |
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That forgotten earring clear on the floor facing coolly the one at the door |
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And I continue to burn the midnight lamp alone. |
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Yeah yeah. |
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Lonely lonely lonely. |
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Ah. oh. loneliness is such a drag. |
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So here I sit to face that same old fire place |
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Getting' ready for the same old explosion goin' through my mind. |
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Yes, soon enough time will tell about the circus in the wishing well |
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And someone who will buy and sell for me, someone who will tow my bail |
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And I continue to burn the same old lamp alone |
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Yeah midnight lamp, |
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Can you hear me callin' you? |
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So lonely. gotta blow my mine |
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Yeah, yeah. lonely lonely. |
