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| Ebm | | not a sound from the | pavement , |
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| B | | has the moon lost her m | emory, |
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| Bbm | | she is smiling al | one, |
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| Ebm7 | | the withered leaves co | llect at my feet |
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| | | B | | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | | Bbm | | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| Ebm7 | | the time I knew what | happiness was, |
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| Bbm | Abm | Abm | | every street l | amp | seems to beat |
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| F# | Ab | F# | | a fatal | is | tic | warning |
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| Abmaj7 | C# | | and a s | treet lamp gu | tters |
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| Bbm | Eb7 | Ab | | and soon it w | ill be mo | rning |
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| | | B | | | all alone in the mo | onlight |
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| | | Bbm | | | I can smile at | the old days |
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| Ebm | | I must wait for the | sunrise |
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| B | | I must think of a | new life, |
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| Bbm | | and I mustn't giv | e in |
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| Abm7 | | when the | dawn comes , |
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| Ebm7 | | tonight will be a | memory too |
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| | | F#m | Em | F#m | Em | | | | burnt out e | nds of | smoky d | ays |
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| | | F#m | D | E7 | A | | | | the stale cold sm | ell of | mornin | g |
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| | | F#m7 | Bm7 | | | | the street lamp | dies |
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| | | F#m | B7 | E | E7 | | | | another | night | is over | |
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| F#m | | its so easy to | leave me |
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| D | | all alone with the m | emory |
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| C#m7 | | of my days in the | sun |
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| Bm | F#m | | youll u | nderstand what | happinesss is |
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