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Night comes down like shades of falling rain
Night comes down like shades of falling rain
I hear the lonesome way you call my name
Night comes down and it makes me feel so bad
Night comes down and it makes me feel so bad
I remember the best times I have had
Quiet like an empty cannon's roar
So quiet like an empty cannon's roar
Quiet now, I'm used to the life before
Night comes down like shades of falling rain
And I hear it tapping on my windowpane
And tapping on my pane, tapping on my door
Tapping on my pane, tapping on my door
Tapping on my pane, you can't come in no more, you can't come no more
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