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| F#m | | not a sound from the | pavement , |
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| D | | has the moon lost her m | emory, |
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| C#m | | she is smiling al | one, |
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| F#m7 | | the withered leaves co | llect at my feet |
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| | | D | | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | | C#m | | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| F#m7 | | the time I knew what | happiness was, |
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| C#m | Bm | Bm | | every street l | amp | seems to beat |
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| A | B | A | | a fatal | is | tic | warning |
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| Bmaj7 | E | | and a s | treet lamp gu | tters |
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| C#m | F#7 | B | | and soon it w | ill be mo | rning |
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| | | D | | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | | C#m | | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| F#m | | I must wait for the | sunrise |
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| D | | I must think of a | new life, |
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| C#m | | and I mustn't giv | e in |
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| Bm7 | | when the | dawn comes , |
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| F#m7 | | tonight will be a | memory too |
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| | | Am | Gm | Am | Gm | | | | burnt out e | nds of | smoky d | ays |
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| | | Am | F | G7 | C | | | | the stale cold sm | ell of | mornin | g |
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| | | Am7 | Dm7 | | | | the street lamp | dies |
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| | | Am | D7 | G | G7 | | | | another | night | is over | |
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| Am | | its so easy to | leave me |
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| F | | all alone with the m | emory |
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| Em7 | | of my days in the | sun |
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| Dm | Am | | youll u | nderstand what | happinesss is |
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