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It gets so dark before the dawn |
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That's when it gets to me |
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Before the city symphony of taxi horns |
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That's the way it always starts |
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Sitting here and waiting on the beating of my heart |
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Last night, I thought I heard my name |
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Well, it was too dark to see, but it had to be |
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The voice was just the same |
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That's the way it always starts |
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Sitting here and waiting on the beating of my heart |
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So tell me, why should it have to be this way |
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Why can't it be all right, why can't I sleep at night? |
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Why should it have to be this way? |
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Why must there be this price to pay? |
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Now all the streets are dark and bare |
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Oh, if you can live in this town |
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And stick around, you can live anywhere |
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That's the way it always starts |
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Sitting here and waiting on the beating of my heart |
