What can you do, you'll never win, where will you go, when night closes in?
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Where will it lead, will it ever it end, where will it stop? Losing a friend isn't
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what we had in mind exactly. All we need is a friend I guess,
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with my midnight star to guide through clouds of loneliness.
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You knew someone, but was it love? So many years, push came to shove.
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You had a dream, so they had one too, you turned away, they were untrue.
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In our early days we were too willing. At the time we had yet to arrive,
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many a man and a woman found trying to stay alive.
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Where will you go, what will you do when your whole world ain't talking to you?
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Maybe you think, you will see the light, maybe you'll find, what you hope is right
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and I'm all dressed up to be somebody. All I need is a friendly face
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with my midnight crowd to glide through clouds of empty space.
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Seems like every time we turn around, what we see could be anyone's guess.
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Many a man and a woman found in clouds of loneliness.
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Clouds Of Loneliness
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| Gordon Lightfoot |
