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Demis Roussos - It's Five O'clock
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It's five o' clock and I walk
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Through the empty streets
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Thoughts fill my head
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But then still
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No one speaks to me
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My mind takes me back
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To the years
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That have passed me by
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It is so hard to believe
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That it's me
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That I see in the rain
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Don't pain
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It is so hard to believe
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That all this
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Is the way that it has
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To be
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It's five o' clock and I walk
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Through the empty streets
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The night is my friend
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And in him I find sympathy
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And so I'll go back to the years
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That have passed me by
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It is so hard to believe
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That it's me
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That I see in the rain
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Don't pain
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It is so hard to believe
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That all this
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Is the way that it has
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To be
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It's five o' clock and I walk
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Through the empty streets
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The night is my friend
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And in him
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I find sympathy
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And he gives me day
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Gives me hope
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And a little dream, too
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