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When the day is done and there's nowhere to run |
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And the people of the city have all lost and won |
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In your city dress you stand and stare |
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And you smoke another cigarette and comb your hair |
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And the light that shines |
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Paints a trace of sadness |
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On the street i wait |
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But i can't seem to get to you. |
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Well, you start to sway, check your cartier |
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'cos it's getting late, you can't afford to wait |
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So you move along where it's going on |
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And the people of the night are playing 'till the dawn |
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And the sun that shines |
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Paints a trace of sadness |
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In your eyes that cry |
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Wishing and hoping |
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Oh... |
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Chorus: |
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Sweet, sweet is the night |
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Now you are near |
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Dark, dark were the days |
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They disappear |
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Sweet, sweet is the night |
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Now you are near. |
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Well you did your thing and you lost your wings |
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And you hurt so bad you lost everything |
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And the tears that fall on the city wall |
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Will fade away with the rays of morning light that shines |
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Paints a smile across your pretty face |
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I know |
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Everything is alright |
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Alright... |
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Repeat chorus |
