| Oh, you walk home, late at night
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| You’re could and drunk and may be even stoned
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| You’ve got nowhere else to go
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| You can’t sleep and no one answers the phone
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| You try to read a book but words
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| Are dancing in front of your eyes
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| Lonely nitez, it’s been days now
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| Since someone followed you home
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| Since someone took your hand
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| Lonely nitez, lonely nitez
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| And in your room, you try to think
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| (And in my room, I try to think)
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| Of all the good that your life can bring
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| (Of all the good things that your life can bring)
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| And you have no idea
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| (You have no idea)
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| You cry and no one is here to listen
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| (So I cry)
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| The sun is rising in the sky
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| You get up and wait for tonight
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| (I get up and wait for tonight)
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| Lonely nitez, it’s been days now
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| Since someone followed you home
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| Since someone took your hand
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| Lonely nitez, lonely nitez
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| Oh, you don’t seem to care but you do, don’t you?
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| (It's true)
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| Oh, you don’t seem to care but you do, don’t you?
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| (I do)
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| Lonely nitez, it’s been days now
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| Since someone followed you home
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| Since someone took your hand |
| Lonely nitez, lonely nitez |