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When the day is over
And the work is done
Well it's a different story
As the darkness comes around
I tried to let you know
You're going the wrong way
And the streets you thought
Would all be paved with gold
But when the wind cuts through
You'd even try to sell your soul
Everywhere you go
It's the long way
Now you're no longer
Just the boy next door
When they were falling in love
With that clean cut smile
Change of style
Just for a little while
Whatcha doing, hey whatcha doing
Walking through danger
Can't see the wrong or the right
Whatcha doing, tell me whatcha doing
Can't be a stranger
Must be a trick of the night
Well it's a laugh a minute
And you can't decide
Between the burning question
And the fortune in his eyes
You never let it show
Or take it the wrong way
Sometimes you wonder
What you came here for
Oh, they could tear you apart
With those bare faced lies
Can't disguise
All the hurt you're feeling inside
Whatcha doing, hey whatcha doing
Walking through danger
Can't see the wrong or the right
Whatcha doing, tell me whatcha doing
Can't be a stranger
Must be a trick of the night
Whatcha doing, hey whatcha doing
Walking through danger
Can't see the wrong or the right
Whatcha doing, tell me whatcha doing
Can't be a stranger
Must be a trick of the night
Of the night
Of the night
Must be a trick of the night
A trick of the night
When the day is over
And the work is done
Well it's a different story
As the darkness comes around
And the streets you thought (must be a dream)
Would all be paved with gold
But when the wind cuts through (of the night)
You'd even try to sell your soul (must be a trick of the night)
When the day is over
And the work is done
Well it's a different story
As the darkness comes around (can't see the wrong or the right)
And the streets you thought (must be a dream)
Would all be paved with gold (hey whatcha doing?)
But when the wind cuts through (can't be a stranger)
You'd even try to sell your soul (must be a trick of the night)
When the day is over
And the work is done
Well it's a different story
As the darkness comes around (can't see the wrong or the right)
And the streets you thought (must be a dream)
Would all be paved with gold (hey whatcha doing?)
But when the wind cuts through (can't be a stranger)
You'd even
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