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| A | has the moon lost her m | emory, |
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| Abm | she is smiling al | one, |
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| C#m7 | the withered leaves co | llect at my feet |
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| | A | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | Abm | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| C#m7 | the time I knew what | happiness was, |
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| Abm | F#m | F#m | | every street l | amp | seems to beat |
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| E | F# | E | a fatal | is | tic | warning |
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| F#maj7 | B | and a s | treet lamp gu | tters |
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| Abm | C#7 | F# | | and soon it w | ill be mo | rning |
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| | A | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | Abm | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| C#m | I must wait for the | sunrise |
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| A | I must think of a | new life, |
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| Abm | and I mustn't giv | e in |
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| F#m7 | when the | dawn comes , |
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| C#m7 | tonight will be a | memory too |
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| | Em | Dm | Em | Dm | | | burnt out e | nds of | smoky d | ays |
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| | Em | C | D7 | G | | | the stale cold sm | ell of | mornin | g |
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| | Em7 | Am7 | | | the street lamp | dies |
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| | Em | A7 | D | D7 | | | another | night | is over | |
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| Em | its so easy to | leave me |
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| C | all alone with the m | emory |
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| Bm7 | of my days in the | sun |
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| Am | Em | youll u | nderstand what | happinesss is |
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