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When the day is over |
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And the work is done |
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Well it's a different story |
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As the darkness comes around |
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I tried to let you know |
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You're going the wrong way |
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And the streets you thought |
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Would all be paved with gold |
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But when the wind cuts through |
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You'd even try to sell your soul |
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Everywhere you go |
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It's the long way |
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Now you're no longer |
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Just the boy next door |
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When they were falling in love |
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With that clean cut smile |
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Change of style |
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Just for a little while |
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Whatcha doing, hey whatcha doing |
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Walking through danger |
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Can't see the wrong or the right |
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Whatcha doing, tell me whatcha doing |
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Can't be a stranger |
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Must be a trick of the night |
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Well its a laugh a minute |
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And you can't decide |
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Between the burning question |
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And the fortune in his eyes |
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You never let it show |
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Or take it the wrong way |
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Sometimes you wonder |
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What you came here for |
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Oh, they could tear you apart |
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With those bare faced lies |
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Can't disguise |
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All the hurt you're feeling inside |
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Whatcha doing, hey whatcha doing |
|
Walking through danger |
|
Can't see the wrong or the right |
|
Whatcha doing, tell me whatcha doing |
|
Can't be a stranger |
|
Must be a trick of the night |
|
Whatcha doing, hey whatcha doing |
|
Walking through danger |
|
Can't see the wrong or the right |
|
Whatcha doing, tell me whatcha doing |
|
Can't be a stranger |
|
Must be a trick of the night |
|
Of the night, of the night |
|
Must be a trick of the night |
|
When the day is over |
|
And the work is done |
|
Well it's a different story |
|
As the darkness comes around |
|
And the streets you thought |
|
Would all be paved with gold |
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But when the wind cuts through |
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You'd even try to sell your soul |
