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Isn't it quiet and cold walking all alone, alone? |
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Happened I missed the bus and found I had to walk, alone |
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What was that? |
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Only me |
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Hear the echo of my feet |
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Footsteps |
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Are they mine? |
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Hear the echo of the street |
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Wished I lived near at hand although I live alone, alone |
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At least I'll find company, so why should I moan, alone |
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Movement |
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By my feet |
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Paper wind across the street |
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Curtains closed |
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Sleepy heads |
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Wrapped together in their beds |
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I used to walk with someone else |
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I didn't seem to notice sights and sounds of the lonely street |
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I used to talk with someone else |
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Now the only answers are the calls of the night |
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Look at that alley cat, it's winding home to rest, alone |
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Half-past four and daylight shows itself once more |
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Walking all alone |
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Walking all alone |