Midnight in Boston
Dark as hell
Street lights are out
Only the Darkness can tell
Everyone's asleep
Quiet as hell
Nobody's around
Only the Darkness can tell
The bars finally close
Drunk as hell
Stumble from my stool
Only the Darkness can tell
The sun starts to rise
Busy as hell
People starting their day
But the Darkness can't tell
My gift for the Darkness
Expensive as hell
The light of today
The Darkness can tell
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