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Lyrics:
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 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
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