| I walked you to the corner we stood beside the bus
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| And the tears rolled down our faces as the driver stared at us Typical summer that time of year
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| When you go back to Toronto and I stay here
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| And I’ll miss the way you wake up And the way that you sigh
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| And I’ll miss the way you turn your head away when you cry
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| I don’t think this time will fly
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| Here comes the sad nights again
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| Here comes the sad nights again
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| Round about midnight when it’s still too hot to think
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| We’ll go back down to the neighborhood and get ourselves a drink
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| Everyday working not getting far
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| You know this town ain’t much for starting up it’s only made for stars
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| Later when I’m walking
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| Underneath the starless sky
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| There’s a couple in the doorway and I think I hear them cry
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| But they turn their heads when I go by
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| Here comes the sad nights again
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| Here comes the sad nights again
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| Last days of summer San Gennaro Feast
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| There’s much hanging in the air and dancing in the streets
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| People line the corners and they stand beside the fires
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| And I’m watching from my window as the sparks go by Somewhere there’s a gunshot
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| People scatter everywhere
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| But it happens everyday so there’s still laughter in the air
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| And as I lay down I wish you were here
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| Here comes the sad nights again
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| Here comes the sad nights again |