Isn't it quiet and cold walking all alone, alone?
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Happened I missed the bus and found I had to walk, alone.
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What was that?
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Only me.
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Hear the echo of my feet
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Footsteps
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Are they mine?
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Hear the echo of the street.
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Wished I lived near at hand although I live alone, alone
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At least I'll find company, so why should I moan, alone.
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Movement
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By my feet
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Paper wind across the street
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Curtains closed
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Sleepy heads
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Wrapped together in their beds
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I used to walk with someone else
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I didn't seem to notice sights and sounds of the lonely street
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I used to talk with someone else
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Now the only answers are the calls of the night
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Look at that alley cat, it's winding home to rest, alone
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Half-past four and daylight shows itself once more
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Walking all alone
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Walking all alone
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Isn't It Quiet And Cold?
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| Gentle Giant |
