It's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streets thoughts fill my head but then still No one speaks to me My mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by
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It is so hard te believe that it's me that I see in the window pane It it so hard to believe that all this the way that it has to be It's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy
