| Isn’t it quiet and cold walking all alone, alone?
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| Happened I missed the bus and found I had to walk, alone
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| What was that?
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| Only me
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| Hear the echo of my feet
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| Footsteps
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| Are they mine?
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| Hear the echo of the street
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| Wished I lived near at hand although I live alone, alone
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| At least I’ll find company, so why should I moan, alone
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| Movement
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| By my feet
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| Paper wind across the street
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| Curtains closed
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| Sleepy heads
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| Wrapped together in their beds
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| I used to walk with someone else
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| I didn’t seem to notice sights and sounds of the lonely street
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| I used to talk with someone else
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| Now the only answers are the calls of the night
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| Look at that alley cat, it’s winding home to rest, alone
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| Half-past four and daylight shows itself once more
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| Walking all alone
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| Walking all alone |