| It’s come down to just the two of us
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| Me and my shadow on the wall
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| Radio playing softly
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| Somewhere down the hall
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| And over in the next room
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| The hollow sound of a cigarette cough
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| Oh, I’m sitting across from midnight
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| And morning’s a long way off
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| There’s a fire in a trash can
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| In the alley below
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| The down and outers gather 'round
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| Sipping wine and talking low
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| We’re companions of the night time
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| We’ve got no place to go, oh no
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| Just sitting across from midnight
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| Time dragging by too slow
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| You can feel the night when you’re all alone
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| There’s comfort in the room
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| You keep hanging on
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| You wait until the dawn
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| The skeletons in the closet
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| March around like a platoon
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| I guess it’s too much to ask for
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| I need some breathing room
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| And the tall city buildings
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| They cover up the moon, can’t see it
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| I’m sitting across from midnight
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| And morning can’t come too soon
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| Oh, the early morning hours
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| Bring out the darkness of your thoughts
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| And you’re sitting across from midnight
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| Morning’s a long way off |