It's five o'clock
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and I walk 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 that have passed me by
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[interlude]
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It is so hard te believe
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that it's me
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that I see
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in the window pane
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It it so hard to believe
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that all this the way
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that it has to be
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It's five o'clock
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and I walk 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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thus so
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And so I go back to the years that have past me by
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[interlude]
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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 the way
|
that it has to be
|
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It's five o'clock
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and I walk 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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He gives me day
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gives me hope
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and a little dream too
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It's Five O'Clock
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| Aphrodite's Child |