| There’s a world less moon watchin' tonight
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| There’s a garden that’s left to grow wild
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| There’s a sound with no name when a far away train
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| Cries like an unloved child
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| The paint on the wall is peeling away
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| There’s a photograph that fades on the shelf
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| The memory stays on of a love that’s gone
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| I’m dancing by myself
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| Oh why, why I want to know
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| When she left me no where to go
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| Why, why tell me my friend
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| It’s midnight and lonesome again
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| Instrumental
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| The moons still lonely I wonder sometime
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| If that’s why the train had to cry
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| So I ask why out loud there’s no answer now
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| I’m just talking to the sky
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| Now morning its time to get ready
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| Then the evening take off your shoes
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| Well you worked hard all day
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| The suns gone away
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| And midnight lays claim to the blues
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| Why, why I want to know
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| She went left me no where to go
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| Why, why won’t tell me my friend
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| It’s midnight and lonesome again
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| Instrumental
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| Why, why I want to know
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| She went left me no where to go
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| Why, why won’t you tell me my friend
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| It’s midnight and lonesome again
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| It’s midnight and lonesome again |