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Lost in the shuffle, i've drifted an' strayed |
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Bruised by the city, bewildered, betrayed |
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With a heart heavy laden with faltering strides |
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I have come to the bridge, to the line that divides! |
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What am i doing up here in a daze |
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As i gaze at the cold river bed? |
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Why do i ask myself, 'shall i go back |
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When i seem to be going ahead?' |
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To black moonlight! |
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Where everything reflects your colour |
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Darkness that is endless. |
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Nights that leave me friendless . . . blue! |
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Black moonlight! |
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You make the lights of harlem duller |
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Just like me you're faded, jaded and degraded . . . too! |
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Why must you send . . . |
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Ebony moonbeams, depressing, distressing . . . |
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Like shadows of love that are gone? |
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Where will it end? |
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Will it spread on to the starlight, the sunlight |
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And darken each promise of dawn? |
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Black moonlight! |
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I've lost all power to resist you |
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Madly, i await you, even though i hate you |
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Black, black moonlight! |
