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Out in the shiny night the rain was softly falling |
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The tracks that ran down the boulevard had |
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all been washed away |
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Out of the silver light the past came softly calling |
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And I remember the times we spent |
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inside the Sad Cafe |
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Oh it seemed like a holy place |
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protected by amazing grace |
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And we would sing right out loud the |
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things we could not say |
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We thought we could change this world |
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with words like "love" and "freedom" |
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We were part of the lonely crowd |
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Inside the Sad Cafe |
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Oh, expecting to fly, |
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we would meet on that shore in the sweet by and by |
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Some of their dreams came true, |
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some just passed away |
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And some of the stayed behind |
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inside the Sad Cafe. |
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The clouds rolled in and hid that shore |
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Now that Glory Train, it don't stop here no more |
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Now I look at the years gone by, |
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and wonder at the powers that be. |
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I don't know why fortune smiles on some |
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and let's the rest go free |
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Maybe the time has drawn the faces I recall |
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But things in this life change very slowly, |
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if they ever change at all |
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There's no use in asking why, |
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it just turned out that way |
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So meet me at midnight baby |
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inside the Sad Cafe. |
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Why don't you meet me at midnight baby, |
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inside the Sad Cafe. |