| Ain’t it hard when you wake up in the morning
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| And you find out that those other days are gone?
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| All you have is memories of happiness
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| Lingerin’on.
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| You might wonder who can I turn to On this cold and chilly night of gloom
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| The answer to that question
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| Is nowhere in this room.
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| All your dreams and your lovers won’t protect you,
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| They’re only passing through you in the end.
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| They’ll leave you stripped of all that they can get to,
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| And wait for you to come back again.
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| You might wonder who I can turn to On this cold and chilly night of gloom
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| The answer to that question
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| Is nowhere in this room.
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| Yet still a light is shining
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| From that lamp on down the hall.
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| Maybe the star of Bethlehem
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| Wasn’t a star at all. |