| Two lovers, bench in the park
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| Share last rays o autumn’s sunlight
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| Street lights wrapped in darkness
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| Are the backdrops to my soliloquy
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| Night falls on our two lovers
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| They laugh, hold one another
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| I walk out, the lonely streets
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| As the teardrops walk down my face
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| Cry out but I can’t see
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| Cry out…
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| The tearing of loneliness
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| Crawls on me, like the wind
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| I laugh from beneath the shadows
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| To hold their words from wandering in
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| My eyes looked through the mist
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| I turn covering them
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| I walk out the lonely streets
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| As the teardrops walk down my face
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| Cry out but I can’t see
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| Cry out…
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| Morning and another night
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| Lays broken tossed in the shadows
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| Teardrops litte the pavement
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| Nighttime dies with the day
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| My hopes broke and destroyed now
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| My eyes clouded with hate
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| I walk out, the lonely streets
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| As the teardrops walk down my face
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| Cry out but I can’t see
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| Cry out… |