| Midnight and
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| Autumn leaves are turning brown
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| Night light
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| I look to find you not around and
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| The wind blows scorn into the face of fools
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| Who break hearts and
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| Turn their back on love that’s true
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| But I don’t want to forget
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| The little things you do
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| God knows
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| I never meant to be untrue
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| Now I’m waiting for the day
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| You’ll be back in my arms to stay
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| As an angel of mercy falls from above
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| They get torn apart by the things they love
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| God knows
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| Look at where I’ve ended up
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| In a pack of wild sinners
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| Searching for a holy cup
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| Horoscope I read it in the evening news
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| As morning broke
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| I pulled it from the refuse on my way home
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| And in the great grey city dawn
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| A warning rung in my head
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| With a fire alarm it said
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| «All right you’ve been treating this as a dress rehearsal for life»
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| The time for a complete reversal is tonight
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| I put away childish things
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| And telephoned long distance and it rings rings rings
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| As an angel of mercy
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| Falls from above
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| They get torn apart
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| By the things they love
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| God knows
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| Look at where I’ve ended up
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| In a pack of wild sinners
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| Searching for a holy cup
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| In a pack of wild sinners
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| Searching for a holy cup |