Written by William M. Joel
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Ashes and cigarettes strewn on the floor
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Old faded photographs cover my door
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I sit and wait as the hours grow late
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And I won¡¯t have to think anymore
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Meaningless magazines lie by the bed
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Somebody¡¯s radio broken and dead
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I stared at nice scarlet bottles of wine
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Then I started to drink them instead
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For who will be warm when I¡¯m cold
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And who will be young when I¡¯m old
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Since you went away I live night after day
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Night after day
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Shadows and silhouettes flash on the wall
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They are the memories I can recall
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I realize when I open my eyes
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And I¡¯m not really living at all
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For who will be sweet when I¡¯m mad
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And who will be gay when I¡¯m sad
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I go my way living night after day
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Night after day
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Autumn is colorless
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Springtime is blue
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Summer is meaningless
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Winter is too
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I sit and cry as the seasons go by
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For they all seem so dull without you
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And now there is nowhere to go
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My life is so endless and slow
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It stretches away just as night after day
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Night after day
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Night after day
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Night After Day (The Hassles)
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Billy Joel |