(Brooker / Fisher / Reid)
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There's a song you might remember
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It's been played a thousand times.
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And the words they keep returning,
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I know every single line.
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Please don't stop that music playing.
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Turn the jukebox way up high.
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Let the memories wash over me,
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Just like echoes in the night.
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Hold on to those echoes in the night,
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Save them, don't let them out of sight.
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Hold on to those echoes in the night,
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Midnight got me feeling alright.
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There's a guy you might remember,
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He was big in '69.
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Had a simple little story,
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With a message in the rhyme.
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When I heard that music playing,
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I felt like dancing in the street.
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Now I hear a different drummer
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And a different kind of beat.
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Hold on to those echoes in the night,
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Save them, don't let them out of sight.
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Hold on to those echoes in the night,
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Midnight got me feeling alright.
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There's a face you might remember,
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Though her name you won't recall.
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Had her picture in the papers
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And her posters on the wall
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From Los Angeles to Broadway,
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You could see her name in lights,
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Now the fantasy has faded
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Just an echo in the night.
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Hold on to those echoes in the night,
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Save them, don't let them out of sight.
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Hold on to those echoes in the night,
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Midnight got me feeling alright.
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Echoes In The Night
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Gary Brooker |