| When the sun goes down
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| On my side of town
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| That lonesome feeling
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| Comes to my door
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| And the whole world, whole world turns blue
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| There’s a rundown bar
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| Cross the railroad tracks
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| I’ve got a table for two
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| Way in the back
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| Where I sit alone
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| And think of losing you
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| I spend most every night
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| Beneath the light
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| Of a neon moon
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| If you lose your one and only
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| There’s always room here for the lonely
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| To watch your broken dreams
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| Dance in and out of the beams
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| Of a neon moon
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| I think of two young lovers
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| Running wild and free
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| I close my eyes
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| And sometimes see
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| You in the shadows
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| Of this smoke-filled room
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| No telling how many tears
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| I’ve sat here and cried
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| Or how many lies
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| That I’ve lied
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| Telling my poor heart
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| She’ll come back someday
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| Oh, but I’ll be alright
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| As long as there’s light
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| From a neon moon
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| If you lose your one and only
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| There’s always room here for the lonely
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| To watch your broken dreams
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| Dance in and out of the beams
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| Of a neon moon
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| To watch your broken dreams
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| Dance in and out of the beams
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| Of a neon moon |