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One by one, the guests arrive |
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The guests are coming through |
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The open-hearted many |
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The broken-hearted few |
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And no one knows where the night is going |
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And no one knows why the wine is flowing |
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Oh love I need you |
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I need you |
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I need you |
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I need you |
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Oh . . . I need you now |
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And those who dance, begin to dance |
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Those who weep begin |
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And "Welcome, welcome" cries a voice |
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"Let all my guests come in." |
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And no one knows where the night is going ... |
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And all go stumbling through that house |
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in lonely secrecy |
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Saying "Do reveal yourself" |
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or "Why has thou forsaken me?" |
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And no one knows where the night is going ... |
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All at once the torches flare |
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The inner door flies open |
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One by one they enter there |
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In every style of passion |
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And no one knows where the night is going ... |
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And here they take their sweet repast |
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While house and grounds dissolve |
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And one by one the guests are cast |
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Beyond the garden wall |
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And no one knows where the night is going ... |
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Those who dance, begin to dance |
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Those who weep begin |
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Those who earnestly are lost |
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Are lost and lost again |
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And no one knows where the night is going ... |
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One by the guests arrive |
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The guests are coming through |
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The broken-hearted many |
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The open-hearted few |
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And no one knows where the night is going ... |
