your head around Yeah the night, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night Yeah the night, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night Oh the night
Hmm, rain keeps on falling Sun refuse to shine Baby quit your stalling And say that you are mine 'Cause I've got so many troubles Oh I feel like I could
Little rough rhinestone Where will your love go today? Sometimes you think You had none to start with anyway You will lose the deep pools And the blues
Come and meet another kind of love Meet another kind of love Different than the real thing But just as demanding And just as demeaning Treacled in apathy
's right (That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, that's right) Pushing through the pavement sprawl Round the late night supermarket,
Hah hah hah The wind in my hair And the black in my eyes I was holding back tears As I reeled with surprise There was no one to phone I just chewed at
I'm lonely I'm reading minds And sadly dreaming There's some of me left to believe in Surrender Surrender That businessman smell Found in one night
show of their conquest When their friends are about Your ego deflated You gave up the fight And became the good-time-had-by-all-every-night And where
Oh I would believe that she's a real diva As she tugs at the reins Of a hundred Chihuahuas She'll live a few years But she'll have some adventures Then
Dishonesty breeds like poison in an unhealed wound Multiply, tell a little lie to pull the wool over God's little eye Before he makes up his mind and
Always the dreamer But never the dead You had a rocky road mapped out somewhere in your head Anyone in your way Was a spike in your side With one
your head around Yeah, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night Yeah, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night Oh the night
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Rain keeps on falling Sun refuse to shine Baby quit your stalling And say that you are mine 'Cos I've got so many troubles Oh, I feel like I could cry
Come and meet Another kind of love Meet another kind of love Different than the real thing But just as demanding And just as demeaning Treacled in apathy
s right (that's right that's right that's right that's right that's right) Pushing through the pavement sprawl Round the late night supermarket Dirtlocked
