| Farewell, old friend, leave me, now be gone
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| My soul is weak, my mind is never strong
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| Watch my hands at night and see the way they’re shaking
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| See the endless road, see the way it’s taking
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| And it’s still the same old night
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| And it still just don’t seem right
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| And this darkness blinds my eyes
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| Writing down my life on endless scraps of paper
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| Years of hanging round, a life of wasted labour
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| And it’s still the same old night
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| And somehow it don’t feel right
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| And this darkness blinds my eyes
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| Goodnight, old friend, I’ll see you once again
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| The dawn will come and haunt me once again
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| Watch my life unfold and see the shape it’s taking
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| Watch my fingers write and see the way they’re shaking
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| And it’s still the same old night
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| And somehow it don’t feel right
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| And this darkness blinds my eyes
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| Goodnight, old friend, I’ll see you once again
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| The dawn will come and haunt us once again
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| And it’s still the same old night
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| And it’s still the same old night
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| And it’s still the same old night
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| Ah, it’s still the same old night |