| The sound of midnight
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| Rings out on the cobbles
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| The moon has an eye on me
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| The night will be long
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| In the street light
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| Caught up by the fear
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| The rain begins to fall
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| Now the wind
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| Every street lamp seems to live
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| In every alleyway, everything seems to be alive
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| And the dusk now slips away
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| I’m afraid, I must wait for the sunrise
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| Now the monsters slide on the black stones
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| Tonight will stay a memory
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| Now I must pray for the new day
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| When the great bells will ring
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| I can hear the drip
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| Of water on cobbles
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| Unholy theatre
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| I’m smiling alone
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| In the moonlight
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| Condemned to wander
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| While families sleep
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| A shadow
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| Every street lamp seems to live
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| In every alleyway, everything seems to be alive
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| And the dusk now slips away
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| I’m afraid, I must wait for the sunrise
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| Now the monsters slide on the black stones
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| Tonight will stay a memory
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| Now I must pray for the new day
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| When the great bells will ring
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| Midnight light is hitting the pavement
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| And the big moon is losing memory
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| A silence playing with the rain
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| In the Royal Mile with castles in the air
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| Now the monsters slide on the black stones
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| Tonight will stay a memory
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| Now I must pray for the new day
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| When the great bells will ring |