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Here comes the night. |
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Roll on you careless evening, |
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When we unite |
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Not a force concurs, |
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Not hell nor heaven, |
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So let it come, let it rain, |
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Let it burn though you and me again |
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In the slums without name, |
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and it isn't only poverty to blame. |
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Here comes your man. |
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Rolling down the street the callous field, |
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He puts it in your hand |
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And all the world is but a whilst and a milkshake. |
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O how can you breathe little blue? |
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You have hooks, you have holes in you, |
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In absentium and in lieu of all the things that have been promised you... |
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But o my sweet how incomplete you are, |
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in your eyes a smile so sweet |
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A silly soldiers scar |
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Splits you face from ear to ear, |
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You pretend that you simply cannot hear |
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The bells and the bombs going off in the galleria. |
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Here comes the night. |
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Roll on you careless evening, |
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When we unite |
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Not a force concurs, |
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Not hell nor heaven, |
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Let it come, let it rain |
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Let it burn through you and me again |
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In the alums without name, |
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And it isn't only poverty to blame - |
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My sweet how incomplete we are, |
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In their eyes am I from dust |
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You from my bones imparted. |
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And if that don't make you laugh at nature's rough replacement. |
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Too late in all : Here comes the night |
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Here comes the night |
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Here comes the night |
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Here comes the night |
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Roll on you night. the night good night. roll on. |
