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(Julie Miller) |
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there's a wordless moon that's watching tonight |
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there's a garden that's left to grow wild |
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there's a sound with no name when a far away train |
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cries like an unloved child |
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the paint on the walls is peeling away |
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there's a photograph that fades on the shelf |
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but the memory stays on of a love that is gone |
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and i'm dancing by myself |
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why why i wanna know |
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she went and left me nowhere to go |
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why why tell me my friend |
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it's midnight and lonesome again |
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the moon's still alone and i wonder sometimes |
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if that's why the train has to cry |
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so i ask right out loud |
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but there's no answer now |
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cause i'm just talking to the sky |
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now the morning is time to get ready |
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in the evening you take off your shoes |
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well you work all the day till the sun's gone away |
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but midnight lays claim to the blues |
