| There’s something still and so surreal about the night that sometimes I wish it
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| all away
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| Before my eyes I see a flicker of light that comes close as it echoes in the air
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| Did you hear me crying out?
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| Don’t you forget about me now
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| Don’t you forget about me now
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| I find myself among the thick of it all and slowly start creeping toward the
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| edge
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| Tip my hat and try to face it head-on but the cows make the cowboys in the end
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| You can hear them singing out
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| Don’t you forget about me now
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| Don’t you forget about me now |