| There was no stranger pacing behind me
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| When I came out of the movies deep in the night
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| And no Mack-the-knife was waiting 'round the corner, in the dark
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| No one asked me for money, no one made a remark
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| It was a warm and velvet midnight
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| I whistled my favourite song
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| The street lay blue in the moonlight
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| But I couldn’t help feeling
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| That something was wrong
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| There was a feeling, something was different
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| As if someone had put a spell on this night
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| The trees they whispered sweet nothings, a dog was barking somewhere
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| There was a kind of tension, an electric smell in the air
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| But I didn’t step into dogshit
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| I whistled my favourite song
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| I hit the street in the moonlight
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| Though I couldn’t help feeling
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| That something was wrong
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| I heard nothing but the sound of my footsteps
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| And the answer came over me when I got home
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| I was alone there, no one waiting, no one would call in the night
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| No one would whisper sweet nothings, and no one would hold me tight
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| It was a springtime without you
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| Nothing else could be wrong
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| It was springtime, I was lonely
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| And the song I had whistled:
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| It was a lovesong |