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| Gm | | not a sound from the | pavement , |
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| Eb | | has the moon lost her m | emory, |
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| Gm7 | | the withered leaves co | llect at my feet |
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| | | Eb | | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | | Dm | | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| Gm7 | | the time I knew what | happiness was, |
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| Dm | Cm | Cm | | every street l | amp | seems to beat |
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| Bb | C | Bb | | a fatal | is | tic | warning |
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| Cmaj7 | F | | and a s | treet lamp gu | tters |
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| Dm | G7 | C | | and soon it w | ill be mo | rning |
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| | | Eb | | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | | Dm | | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| Gm | | I must wait for the | sunrise |
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| Eb | | I must think of a | new life, |
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| Cm7 | | when the | dawn comes , |
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| Gm7 | | tonight will be a | memory too |
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| | | Bbm | Abm | Bbm | Abm | | | | burnt out e | nds of | smoky d | ays |
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| | | Bbm | F# | Ab7 | C# | | | | the stale cold sm | ell of | mornin | g |
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| | | Bbm7 | Ebm7 | | | | the street lamp | dies |
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| | | Bbm | Eb7 | Ab | Ab7 | | | | another | night | is over | |
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| Bbm | | its so easy to | leave me |
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| F# | | all alone with the m | emory |
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| Fm7 | | of my days in the | sun |
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| Ebm | Bbm | | youll u | nderstand what | happinesss is |
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