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and I walk through the empty streets |
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thoughts fill my head |
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but then still |
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No one speaks to me |
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My mind takes me back |
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to the years that have passed me by |
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(interlude) |
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It is so hard to believe |
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That it's me |
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that I see |
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in the window pane |
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it is so hard to believe |
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that all this is the way |
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that is has to be |
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It's five o'click |
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and I walk through the empty streets |
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The night is my friend |
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And in him |
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I find sympathy |
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And so I go back to the years that have to past me by |
|
(interlude) |
|
It is so hard to believe |
|
That it's me |
|
that I see |
|
in the window pane |
|
it is so hard to believe |
|
that all this is the way |
|
that is has to be |
|
It's five o'click |
|
and I walk through the empty streets |
|
The night is my friend |
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And in him I find sympathy |
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He gives, gives me day |
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gives me hope |
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and a little dream too |
