| When the day is over
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| And the work is done
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| Well it’s a different story
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| As the darkness comes around
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| I tried to let you know
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| You’re going the wrong way
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| And the streets you thought
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| Would all be paved with gold
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| But when the wind cuts through
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| You’d even try to sell your soul
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| Everywhere you go
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| It’s the long way
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| Now you’re no longer
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| Just the boy next door
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| When they were falling in love
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| With that clean cut smile
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| Change of style
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| Just for a little while
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| Whatcha doing, hey whatcha doing
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| Walking through danger
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| Can’t see the wrong or the right
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| Whatcha doing, tell me whatcha doing
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| Can’t be a stranger
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| Must be a trick of the night
|
| Well its a laugh a minute
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| And you can’t decide
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| Between the burning question
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| And the fortune in his eyes
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| You never let it show
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| Or take it the wrong way
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| Sometimes you wonder
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| What you came here for
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| Oh, they could tear you apart
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| With those bare faced lies
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| Can’t disguise
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| All the hurt you’re feeling inside
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| Whatcha doing, hey whatcha doing
|
| Walking through danger
|
| Can’t see the wrong or the right
|
| Whatcha doing, tell me whatcha doing
|
| Can’t be a stranger
|
| Must be a trick of the night
|
| Whatcha doing, hey whatcha doing
|
| Walking through danger
|
| Can’t see the wrong or the right
|
| Whatcha doing, tell me whatcha doing
|
| Can’t be a stranger
|
| Must be a trick of the night
|
| Of the night, of the night
|
| Must be a trick of the night
|
| When the day is over
|
| And the work is done
|
| Well it’s a different story
|
| As the darkness comes around
|
| And the streets you thought
|
| Would all be paved with gold
|
| But when the wind cuts through
|
| You’d even try to sell your soul |