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Midnight |
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Not a sound from the pavement |
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Has the moon lost her memory |
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She is smiling alone |
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In the lamplight |
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The withered leaves collect at my feet |
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And the wind begins to moan |
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Memory, all alone in the moonlight |
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I can dream of the old days |
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Life was beautiful then |
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I remember the time I knew what happiness was |
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Let the memory live again |
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Every street lamp seems to beat |
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A fatalistic warning |
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Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters |
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Soon it will be morning |
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Daylight |
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I must wait for the sunrise |
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I must think of a new life and |
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I mustn't give in |
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When the dawn comes |
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Tonight will be a memory too |
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And a new day will begin |
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(instrumental) |
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Burnt out ends of smoky days |
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The stale court smell of morning |
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A street lamp dies |
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Another night is over |
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Another day is dawning |
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Touch me, |
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It is so easy to leave me |
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All alone with my memory |
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Of my days in the sun |
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If you'll touch me, |
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You'll understand what happiness is |
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Look, a new day has begun... |
