| Lost in the shuffle, I’ve drifted an' strayed
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| Bruised by the city, bewildered, betrayed
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| With a heart heavy laden with faltering strides
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| I have come to the bridge, to the line that divides!
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| What am I doing up here in a daze
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| As I gaze at the cold river bed?
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| Why do I ask myself, «Shall I go back
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| When I seem to be going ahead?»
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| To black moonlight!
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| Where everything reflects your colour
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| Darkness that is endless
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| Nights that leave me friendless. |
| .. blue!
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| Black moonlight!
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| You make the lights of Harlem duller
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| Just like me you’re faded, jaded and degraded. |
| .. too!
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| Why must you send. |
| .
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| Ebony moonbeams, depressing, distressing. |
| .
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| Like shadows of love that are gone?
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| Where will it end?
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| Will it spread on to the starlight, the sunlight
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| And darken each promise of dawn?
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| Black moonlight!
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| I’ve lost all power to resist you
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| Madly, I await you, even though I hate you
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| Black, black moonlight!
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| Music by Arthur Johnston |