| It’s gonna be morning before it’s night again
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| It’s gonna be morning before it’s night again
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| And when the clock strikes twelve
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| I’ll take me a south bound train
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| And I’ll never ever see
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| The lonesome night again, 'round here
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| No, I’ll never ever see
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| The lonesome night again
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| Well, it’s gonna be noon before the sun goes down
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| I said, it’s gonna be noon before the sun goes down
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| When the clock strikes twelve
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| I’ll think about the passing years
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| And I’ll never ever cry
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| Another wasted tear 'round you, baby
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| No, I’ll never ever cry
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| Another wasted tear
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| Whoa, I calling your name out
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| I said, I want you to know how I feel
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| Tell I’m the one now
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| Just let me know that love is real
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| I said, it’s gonna be morning before it’s night again
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| I said, it’s gonna be morning before it’s night again
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| When the clock strikes twelve
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| I’ll think about the passing years
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| And I’ll never ever cry
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| Another wasted tear 'round you, baby
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| No, I’ll never ever cry
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| Another wasted tear
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| Well, it’s gonna be morning now
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| Said, it’s gonna be morning
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| No, I’m never ever, ever, ever gonna cry
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| I said, the last thing I’d ever do is make you try |