Standing under the lamplight
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In one of the nicer parts of hell
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Behold this dreamer with rich red ruby lips
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Some pay for the privilege
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And some just pay to talk
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Because there are many sides to the night
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When Father Thames lies sleeping
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His ever watchful sons
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Divide up the spoils of the day's takings
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A woman's work is never ever done
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She's a child a slave a teacher and a fool
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And then she vanishes from sight
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Did no one ever tell you
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There are many sides to the night
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Standing under the lamplight
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Selling perfume sweetcorn and lace
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She looks beautiful from a distance
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But it's too dark to see her face
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I do it for my child alone
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And who would say it's just not right
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Verily I say unto you
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There are many sides to the night
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There Are Many Sides To The Night
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| Steve Hackett |
