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As I look back on some nights in the park, |
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Strange meetings in the dark, |
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I can see you talking to unknown shadow |
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As the black sky is coming down on us so low (Chorus) |
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And I wonder why |
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I always keep pleasant memories of the past |
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Why anything bad or good seems better, once it has passed |
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I'm facing the ceiling, alone in the dark |
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Remembering all the things which have left a mark |
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I find it hard to see what stands in the shadow |
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As if somebody didn't want me to know (Chorus) |
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This very personal story |
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May only make sense to me (Chorus) |