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| Abm | not a sound from the | pavement , |
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| E | has the moon lost her m | emory, |
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| Ebm | she is smiling al | one, |
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| Abm7 | the withered leaves co | llect at my feet |
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| | E | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | Ebm | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| Abm7 | the time I knew what | happiness was, |
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| Ebm | C#m | C#m | | every street l | amp | seems to beat |
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| B | C# | B | a fatal | is | tic | warning |
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| C#maj7 | F# | and a s | treet lamp gu | tters |
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| Ebm | Ab7 | C# | | and soon it w | ill be mo | rning |
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| | E | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | Ebm | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| Abm | I must wait for the | sunrise |
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| E | I must think of a | new life, |
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| Ebm | and I mustn't giv | e in |
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| C#m7 | when the | dawn comes , |
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| Abm7 | tonight will be a | memory too |
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| | Bm | Am | Bm | Am | | | burnt out e | nds of | smoky d | ays |
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| | Bm | G | A7 | D | | | the stale cold sm | ell of | mornin | g |
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| | Bm7 | Em7 | | | the street lamp | dies |
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| | Bm | E7 | A | A7 | | | another | night | is over | |
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| Bm | its so easy to | leave me |
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| G | all alone with the m | emory |
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| F#m7 | of my days in the | sun |
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| Em | Bm | youll u | nderstand what | happinesss is |
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