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Late last night I stood outside this room |
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Without the moon these windows were black |
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But I could see that I was not mistaken |
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And I would never be coming back |
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Down the street the shadows followed them |
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I guess some men were meant to grow cold |
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They just get lost and make it their discovery |
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Long shadows turn some hearts cold |
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Somebody please tell Mary |
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Somebody please tell Mary |
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Late last night I stood outside this room |
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Without the moon these windows were black |
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But I could see that I was not mistaken |
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And I will never be coming back |
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Somebody please tell Mary |
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Somebody please tell Mary |
