| Piano plays into the night
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| The sun’s gone down now, dark enclosing hood
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| It’s goodbye friend, yes, I know
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| You would have loved me if only you could
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| I’ve so much time now, I walk alone
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| I visit streets I once called home
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| And since I left, I won’t go back
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| To exchange broken hearted feelings
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| For all the love I lack
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| In this twilight no one cares
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| The sun’s gone down on sad affairs
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| In this twilight no one cares
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| In this twilight no one cares
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| The sun’s gone down on sad affairs
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| In this twilight no one cares
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| She’ll write again soon, she swears
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| So alone and so it goes
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| A woe-bound express, nothing really shows
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| Piano plays but if I could choose
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| To keep apart a heart unbroken even if I lose
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| I’d hit the sack but the sack hits back
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| I bite the hand but the hand will slap
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| I’ll write you a letter, the phone won’t do
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| I never seem to come across
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| How I’ve wanted to
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| A little more time is all that’s needed
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| To stop us falling down, advice unheeded
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| Nursery, basements, big town houses
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| I’ll buy you a coat, myself some trousers
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| And if you say, «Stephen, when shall we marry?»
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| On Valentine’s Day in the back of a lorry
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| On Valentine’s Day in the back of a lorry
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| On Valentine’s Day, if I get my way
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| More than an honest day’s pay
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| On Valentine’s Day, if I get my way |