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 to believe That it's me, that I see In the window pane It is so hard to believe That all this is 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 Thus so I go back to the years that have past me by
[Interlude]
It is so hard to believe That it's me, that I see In the window pane It it so hard to believe That all this is 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 He gives me day, gives me hope And a little dream too
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