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| Bbm | not a sound from the | pavement , |
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| F# | has the moon lost her m | emory, |
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| Bbm7 | the withered leaves co | llect at my feet |
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| | F# | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | Fm | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| Bbm7 | the time I knew what | happiness was, |
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| Fm | Ebm | Ebm | | every street l | amp | seems to beat |
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| C# | Eb | C# | a fatal | is | tic | warning |
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| Ebmaj7 | Ab | and a s | treet lamp gu | tters |
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| Fm | Bb7 | Eb | | and soon it w | ill be mo | rning |
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| | F# | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | Fm | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| Bbm | I must wait for the | sunrise |
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| F# | I must think of a | new life, |
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| Ebm7 | when the | dawn comes , |
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| Bbm7 | tonight will be a | memory too |
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| | C#m | Bm | C#m | Bm | | | burnt out e | nds of | smoky d | ays |
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| | C#m | A | B7 | E | | | the stale cold sm | ell of | mornin | g |
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| | C#m7 | F#m7 | | | the street lamp | dies |
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| | C#m | F#7 | B | B7 | | | another | night | is over | |
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| C#m | its so easy to | leave me |
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| A | all alone with the m | emory |
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| Abm7 | of my days in the | sun |
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| F#m | C#m | youll u | nderstand what | happinesss is |
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