Man
Half past twelve
And I'm watching the late show
In my flat all alone
How I hate to spend the evening
On my own
Autumn winds
Blowing outside my window
As I look around the room
And it makes me so depressed
To see the gloom
There's not a soul out there?
No one to hear my prayer?
And I'm watching the late show
In my flat all alone
How I hate to spend the evening
On my own
Autumn winds
Blowing outside my window
As I look around the room
And it makes me so depressed
To see the gloom
There's not a soul out there?
No one to hear my prayer?
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