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| Cm | not a sound from the | pavement , |
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| Ab | has the moon lost her m | emory, |
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| Cm7 | the withered leaves co | llect at my feet |
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| | Ab | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | Gm | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| Cm7 | the time I knew what | happiness was, |
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| Gm | Fm | Fm | | every street l | amp | seems to beat |
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| Eb | F | Eb | a fatal | is | tic | warning |
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| Fmaj7 | Bb | and a s | treet lamp gu | tters |
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| Gm | C7 | F | | and soon it w | ill be mo | rning |
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| | Ab | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | Gm | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| Cm | I must wait for the | sunrise |
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| Ab | I must think of a | new life, |
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| Fm7 | when the | dawn comes , |
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| Cm7 | tonight will be a | memory too |
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| | Ebm | C#m | Ebm | C#m | | | burnt out e | nds of | smoky d | ays |
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| | Ebm | B | C#7 | F# | | | the stale cold sm | ell of | mornin | g |
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| | Ebm7 | Abm7 | | | the street lamp | dies |
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| | Ebm | Ab7 | C# | C#7 | | | another | night | is over | |
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| Ebm | its so easy to | leave me |
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| B | all alone with the m | emory |
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| Bbm7 | of my days in the | sun |
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| Abm | Ebm | youll u | nderstand what | happinesss is |
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