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There was a banquet of believers when we walked into the room.
December days of Christmas felt like days in June.
And there were morning lights, and sunrise chimes echoed all around.
Now's the time for weary minds, the moon is northern bound.
And you know I'm going back, going back today.
Back to where I came from. And you know I'm going back,
going back to stay.
To the alleys where pearls of passion came my way.
Well there's a promise in the twilight, it's so innocent and wild.
Two hearts that break the silence, you can hear a distant cry.
And there's emptiness and loneliness, it's more or less the same.
Well let's run between the raindrops, babe,
and catch the midnight train.
And you know I'm going back, going back today.
Back to where I came from. And you know I'm going back,
going back to stay. To the alleys where pearls of passion came my way.
And you know I'm going back, going back today.
Back to where I came from. And you know I'm going back,
going back to stay. To the alleys where pearls of passion came my way.
And you know I'm going back, going back today.
Back to where I came from. And you know I'm going back,
going back to stay. To the alleys where pearls of passion came my way.
Came my way...
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