| Oh, the night has sent you out for loving
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| And the day finds you back out running
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| As dawn becomes the lover’s enemy
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| And you hope perhaps you can find
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| Someone that won’t leave you behind
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| A victim of life’s sad mystery
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| Oh, oh, come on, you can step inside
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| The stairs won’t follow you
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| If you hide the walls won’t even ask you why
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| Miss Lonely, are you blue tonight
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| Parks and subways people sitting
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| With their faces where you see nothing written
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| Look up, look down or wander nervously
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| With their eyes that find no place for resting
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| And their thoughts that
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| Only can leave you guessing
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| You know there ain’t no face here
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| That could ever set you free
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| Oh, oh, come on, you can step inside
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| The stairs won’t follow you
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| If you hide the walls won’t even ask you why
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| Miss Lonely, are you blue tonight
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| Too tired for thoughts of suicide
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| You watch someone with eyelids wide
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| Some puppy who just takes it out of need
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| With life played out so violently
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| Cruel to the one watching wistfully
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| Never knowing to say help or to say please
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| Oh, oh, come on, you can step inside
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| The stairs won’t follow you
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| If you hide the walls won’t even ask you why
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| Miss Lonely, are you blue tonight |