| Looking out at the city through my window pane
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| Streets are shining in the falling rain
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| Taxis cruise the late-night bars
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| Watching the tail-lights of going-home cars
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| Watching the tail-lights of going-home cars
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| TV’s shut down and the radio plays
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| Old time music from younger days
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| Phone up a DJ ask him to play a tune
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| For one of a thousand in love with the moon
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| For one of a thousand in love with the moon
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| Count down the miles and you run out of time
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| The chimes at midnight that blurred in the wine
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| The melody rolls into one long song
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| Round and round, on and on
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| Round and round, on and on
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| Again
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| But wasn’t it good when the music played
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| When the people sang to the songs you made
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| Wasn’t it good didn’t it make you smile
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| Made you feel so good for a little while
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| Feel so good for a little while
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| So you’re thinking it over and through the night
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| Watching the morning coming on light
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| No regrets, no cause to complain
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| You know you’d do it all over again
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| You know you’d do it all over again
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| Count down the miles and you run out of time |
| The chimes at midnight that blurred in the wine
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| The melody rolls into one long song
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| Round and round, on and on
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| Round and round, on and on
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| Again |