| Midnight
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| Not a sound from the pavement
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| Has the moon lost her memory
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| She is smiling alone
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| In the lamplight
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| The withered leaves collect at my feet
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| And the wind begins to moan
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| Memory
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| All alone in the moonlight
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| I can smile happy your days (I can dream of the old days)
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| Life was beautiful then
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| I remember the time I knew what happiness was
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| Let the memory live again
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| Every street lamp seems to beat
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| A fatalistic warning
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| Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters
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| And soon it will be morning
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| Daylight
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| I must wait for the sunrise
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| I must think of a new life
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| And I mustnt give in
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| When the dawn comes
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| Tonight will be a memory too
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| And a new day will begin
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| Burnt out ends of smoky days
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| The still cold smell of morning
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| A street lamp dies, another night is over
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| Another day is dawning
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| Touch me
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| It is so easy to leave me
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| All alone with the memory
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| Of my days in the sun
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| If you touch me
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| Youll understand what happiness is
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| Look, a new day has begun… |