Out in the shiny night, the rain
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was softly falling
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The tracks that ran down the boulevard had
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all been washed away
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Out of the silver light, the past came softly calling
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And I remember the times we spent
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inside the Sad Cafe
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Oh, it seemed like a holy place,
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protected by amazing grace
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And we would sing right out loud, the
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things we could not say
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We thought we could change this world
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with words like "love" and "freedom"
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We were part of the lonely crowd
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Inside the Sad Cafe
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Oh, expecting to fly,
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we would meet on that shore in the
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sweet by and by
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Some of their dreams came true,
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some just passed away
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And some of the stayed behind
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inside the Sad Cafe.
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The clouds rolled in and hid that shore
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Now that Glory Train, it don't stop here no more
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Now I look at the years gone by,
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and wonder at the powers that be.
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I don't know why fortune smiles on some
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and let's the rest go free
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Maybe the time has drawn the faces I recall
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But things in this life change very slowly,
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if they ever change at all
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There's no use in asking why,
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it just turned out that way
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So meet me at midnight baby
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inside the Sad Cafe.
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Why don't you meet me at midnight baby,
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inside the Sad Cafe.
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The Sad Cafe
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| The Eagles |
