Beneath the midnight caller
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She thinks of paper green
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You never hear them calling her name
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They just know where they've been
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You never hear her holler
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The tears no longer come
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She reads her daily book of the past
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That shows of everyone
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Grey years that show in her hair
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Can't be, but don't seem to care
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She unlocks the door and there's no one there
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She sees a daytime stroller
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Walk from the night before
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And though she paints a smile on her face
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He won't be back no more
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She's got no saint to follow
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She's got no place to go
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Too proud to ask an old friend for help
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Too proud to let him know
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Grey years that show in her hair
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Can't be, but don't seem to care
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She knocks the door and there's no one there
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Nobody (nobody), nobody (nobody), nobody's gonna help you now.
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Midnight Caller
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| Badfinger |
