| The children are sleepin',
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| Our talk can begin.
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| We’ve waited until they’ve gone to bed.
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| We knew they would cry,
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| When we said goodbye,
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| And I’d rather leave quietly instead.
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| We can never be happy,
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| We both know it’s true.
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| We’ve quarrelled from the day that we met.
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| Our love was too weak,
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| To pull our dreams through,
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| But too strong to let us forget.
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| I hope we can salvage a few memories,
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| To carry us through the long night.
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| The clock’s strikin' midnight, yesterday’s gone.
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| And there’s no tomorrow in sight.
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| In our efforts to break through,
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| The thick walls of pride,
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| With harsh words that burned to the core.
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| The wall’s still remainin',
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| But the words broke inside,
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| And strengthened the walls even more.
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| I hope we can salvage a few memories,
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| To carry us through the long night.
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| The clock’s strikin' midnight, yesterday’s gone.
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| And there’s no tomorrow in sight. |