martes, 21 de diciembre de 2010

A singer in a smoky room
The smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on, and on, and on, and on

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill,
Everybody wants a thrill
Paying anything to roll the dice
Just one more time

Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
And now the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

Don't stop believing
Hold on to that feeling

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