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Hell you come night walker |
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as a spy you below |
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your chin to your collar |
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Hell you come night walker |
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as a spy you below |
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your chin to your collar |
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under my window |
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I come to know your footsteps |
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echoing as they fall |
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and your street lamp silhuette |
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following on the wall |
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night walker night walker |
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where you going like that |
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when the city night grows common |
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you can hear every sound |
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to who are you talking |
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has nobody else around |
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could it be we are alighting (?) |
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you down there me up here |
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each but are own kind |
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of our resting hope and fear |
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night walker night walker |
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where you going like that |
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i will think of you night walker |
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when the dawn begins to show |
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when the long night is over |
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where then will you go |
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and what will you dream of |
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when you finaly close your eyes |
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well I see you tomorrow |
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at the ...? usual time |
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night walker night walker |
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where you going like that |
