It's five o' clock and I walk through the empty streets Thoughts pave my fate within still no one speaks to me My mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by
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And it's so hard to believe that it's me that I see in the rain don't pain And it's so hard to believe that what it is it's 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 with him I find sympathy And so I'll go back to the years that have passed me by
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And it's so hard to believe that it's me that I see in the rain don't pain And it's so hard to believe that what it is it's 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 with him I find sympathy And he leaves me day, leaves me hope and a little dream, too