| I feel closing time coming on again
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| When the night leaves you must leave too
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| I feel the loneliness coming on again
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| I feel so alone without you
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| I’ve learned to hate the daybreak
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| I hate the sun for stealing you away
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| Spending restless hours after you close my door
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| In a desolate room I’ll stay
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| I think the morning rains are the tears of the stars
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| Crying because you must go
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| I think the wicked dawn embraces better than me
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| When it steals you away and leaves me alone
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| I sense a heartbeat stronger
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| Than chains that will not free
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| A hunger that burns and curls within
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| The shyness I carefully tease
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| She leaves when the sun calls
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| Clings to the dewdrops
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| Existence is an evil thing
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| But with the dusk I lean toward a trust
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| That screams and cries and pulls me in
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| I think the morning rains are the tears of the stars
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| Crying because you must go
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| I think the wicked dawn embraces better than me
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| When it steals you away and leaves me alone |