| I see their faces in the streets,
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| People I knew once, but none of them know me,
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| Everybody’s talking 'bout that new shit.
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| I see their faces but they don’t see me,
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| Reminds me of some lost melody.
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| Everybody’s talking 'bout that new feeling.
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| Familiar voices call my name,
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| This way, that way, I can’t
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| Seem to keep my head straight, no
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| I tell myself the end is near,
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| Then I remember a sadder story,
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| Is it what I’ve always known?
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| Gentle I go
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| To that good night
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| Say it ain’t, no, say it ain’t so, no
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| Gentle I go
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| Into that good night, and
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| It ain’t so different, it ain’t so different, no
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| Gentle I go
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| Into that good night
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| Say it ain’t, no, say it ain’t so, no
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| Gentle I go
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| Into that good night
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| It ain’t so different, it ain’t so different, no
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| So different, no… |