| The flipside of that gentle melancholy feeling
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| Plays in the half light
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| Just before the dawn
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| To the ragtag remains of some enchanted evening
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| The last few fallen leaves, then
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| Gathered by the wind
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| But if you hold me in your arms
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| Forget your baby’s gone
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| Moonlight won’t shine, oh, so cold and old
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| And in the last remaining moments
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| Before the sunlight sends us home
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| We’ll hear the flipside of That Gentle Melancholy Feeling
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| Eddie’s holding steady
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| Five fingernails above the abyss
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| Hanging on your kiss
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| Hanging on that tough guy myth
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| But if you tune that radio
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| To the station we all know
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| Moonlight won’t shine, oh, so cold and old
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| And in the last remaining moments
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| Before the sunlight sends us home
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| We’ll hear the flipside of That Gentle Melancholy Feeling
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| And you can call me Mister Heartbreak
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| If that’s what it takes
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| I’m not leaving
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| And I will play you Sister Morphine
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| And dance till the end of the evening
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| You know I’m not leaving
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| The flipside of That Gentle Melancholy Feeling
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| Plays in the half light
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| Just before the dawn
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| To the ragtag remains of some enchanted evening
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| The last few fallen leaves, then
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| Gathered by the wind |