| It’s the same old situation
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| Same old faces, but a diff’rent town
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| Nowhere to run to
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| And nowhere to hide
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| I’m dancing with the shadows
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| In a cold moonlight
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| And I can’t wait until the morning
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| I can’t wait another minute, hour, day or night
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| I can’t wait until the morning
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| You know it won’t feel so cold
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| It’s 5 A. M. And I just got into bed
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| And the heart of the city is almost gone
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| And I know what is right
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| And I know what is wrong
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| I’m dancing with the shadows
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| In a cold moonlight
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| And I can’t wait until the morning
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| I can’t wait another minute, hour, day or night
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| I can’t wait until the morning
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| You know it feels so cold
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| Sometimes in between your dreams at night
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| I walk alone, I’m going underground
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| And in the distance I can hear a crowd
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| It makes me wonder what it’s all about
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| All about, all about
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| It’s the same old consolation
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| Different faces in the same old town
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| Nowhere to run to
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| Nowhere to hide
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| They’re dancing with the shadows
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| In a cold moonlight
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| And I can’t wait until the morning
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| I can’t wait another minute, hour, day or night
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| I can’t wait until the morning
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| You know it feels so cold
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| Feels so cold
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| And I can’t wait until the morning
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| I can’t wait another minute, hour, day or night
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| I can’t wait until the morning
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| You know it feels so cold
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| Feels so cold |