| Out in the shiny night, the rain was softly falling
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| Tracks that ran down the boulevard had 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 inside the Sad Café
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| Oh, it seemed like a holy place, protected by amazing grace
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| And we would sing right out loud, the things we could not say
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| We thought we could change this world with words like «love» and «freedom»
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| We were part of the lonely crowd inside the Sad Café
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| Oh, expecting to fly
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| We would meet on that beautiful shore in the sweet by and by
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| Some of their dreams came true, some just passed away
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| And some of them stayed behind, inside the Sad Café
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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 and wonder at the powers that be
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| I don’t know why fortune smiles on some 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 if they ever change at all
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| No use in asking why, it just turned out that way
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| So meet me at midnight baby inside the Sad Café
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| Why don’t you meet me at midnight, baby, inside the Sad Café |