| Midnight to lonely midnight
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| Each night until the dawn
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| The sad said, look what I had said
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| Their hearts said they just go on
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| They try to hard or else they cry
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| Too hard, they play too hard
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| Their blind mans game
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| Some our clever
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| And some our never
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| Whichever, it’s all the same
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| Music playing loud and blue
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| Telling, selling nothing new
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| The lyrics sang the drama of a story
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| Old as life and love
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| The ballad of the sad cafe
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| People laughing all around
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| There’s no laughter in the sound
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| A little proud and none too wis
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| The story’s there within thir eyes
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| The ballad of the sad cafe
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| A lonely conversation in the corner
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| Where no one is
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| Two strangers on a chance
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| Pretending new romance
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| To masquerade their need for sympathy
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| Keep that new day from the door
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| Fill that glass up once more
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| But time has said the party’s through
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| So add another chapter to the ballad of the sad cafe |