| Cold evening at the window
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| Alone again, all alone
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| Reading Cosmopolitan
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| To hell with all your affairs.
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| He is a scoundrel and so what
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| You cannot forget him.
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| Chorus:
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| And outside the window is gray rain until the morning, until the morning,
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| Drumming on glass drives you crazy.
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| You will never return him, never,
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| You know yourself, you know yourself.
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| And outside the window is gray rain until the morning, until the morning,
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| Drumming on glass drives you crazy.
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| You will never return him, never,
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| You know yourself, you know yourself.
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| You, like a child in the dark, are afraid of these gray walls
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| In indifference in captivity, you don’t understand why.
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| Probably he knows how to live, who can only love himself.
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| Chorus:
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| And outside the window is gray rain until the morning, until the morning,
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| Drumming on glass drives you crazy.
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| You will never return him, never,
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| You know yourself, you know yourself.
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| And outside the window is gray rain until the morning, until the morning,
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| Drumming on glass drives you crazy.
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| You will never return him, never,
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| You know yourself, you know yourself.
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| It's simple, so simple...
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| It's simple, so simple...
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| Cold evening by the window, alone again, all alone...
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| Love is a game, Love is a war...
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| Chorus:
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| And outside the window is gray rain until the morning, until the morning,
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| Drumming on glass drives you crazy.
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| You will never return him, never,
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| You know yourself, you know yourself.
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| And outside the window is gray rain until the morning, until the morning,
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| Drumming on glass drives you crazy.
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| You will never return him, never,
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| You know yourself, you know yourself. |