| Late in the day when shadows start to play
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| On my backdoor and up and down this alleyway
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| I think back on the times with your hand in mine
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| We say talking low, late in the day
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| It seems you never know a good thing 'til it goes
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| Slippin' through your fingers, that’s just the price I pay
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| For bein' on my own and doin' the best I can
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| Now I’m alone without a plan, late in the day
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| Now I pour whiskey, break the ice
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| Put my feet up and close my eyes
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| I try hard to listen to what my heart might say
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| Try to find the rhyme to take me back in time
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| And be with you here, late in the day
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| Now, I look out over tops of houses and the shops
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| As the sun sets, another day does wind down
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| And my life is still the same, my lips still call your name
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| And my heart can’t hide the pain, late in the day
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| Now I pour whiskey, break the ice
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| Put my feet up and close my eyes
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| I try hard to listen to what my heart might say
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| Try to find the rhyme to take me back in time
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| And be with you here, late in the day
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| My life is still the same
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| My lips still call your name
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| And my heart can’t hide the pain
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| Late in the day |