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| Am | not a sound from the | pavement , |
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| F | has the moon lost her m | emory, |
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| Am7 | the withered leaves co | llect at my feet |
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| | F | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | Em | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| Am7 | the time I knew what | happiness was, |
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| Em | Dm | Dm | | every street l | amp | seems to beat |
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| C | D | C | a fatal | is | tic | warning |
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| Dmaj7 | G | and a s | treet lamp gu | tters |
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| Em | A7 | D | | and soon it w | ill be mo | rning |
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| | F | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | Em | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| Am | I must wait for the | sunrise |
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| F | I must think of a | new life, |
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| Dm7 | when the | dawn comes , |
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| Am7 | tonight will be a | memory too |
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| | Cm | Bbm | Cm | Bbm | | | burnt out e | nds of | smoky d | ays |
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| | Cm | Ab | Bb7 | Eb | | | the stale cold sm | ell of | mornin | g |
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| | Cm7 | Fm7 | | | the street lamp | dies |
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| | Cm | F7 | Bb | Bb7 | | | another | night | is over | |
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| Cm | its so easy to | leave me |
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| Ab | all alone with the m | emory |
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| Gm7 | of my days in the | sun |
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| Fm | Cm | youll u | nderstand what | happinesss is |
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