| I’ve been out all night
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| Up and down the lonely backstreets
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| In and out of every bar-room door
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| Every hangout that we used to know
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| And I feel so strange
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| Seeing the old familiar faces
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| Doing my best to keep myself in touch
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| But I keep missing you much too much
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| And I wonder what you’re doing for love these days
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| It’s been a long time since anybody here has seen your face
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| Yes, I wonder will I find someone to take your place?
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| Life ain’t easy without you, it’s cold here these days
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| Rosie, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you
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| It’s been so hard here without you
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| I can’t stop thinking about you
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| Rosie, sometimes I think that I see you
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| Sometimes I think that I feel you
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| Rosie, it’s cold here these days
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| It’s the same old town
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| Nothing else seems to change too much
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| Even the movie at the all night show
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| I’ve seen it play a dozen times or more
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| And I feel so strange
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| Something blindly through the darkness
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| It’s always empty at the backrow seats
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| Until I close my eyes and you’re with me
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| And I wonder do you go out at night
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| And do you ever get fooled in the neon light?
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| And do you think you see my face?
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| Where sometimes I think it’s you
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| And when you disappear from sight
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| Just another shadow in the night
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| Another shadow in the night |