Tom: A
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The lights go out each evening at eleven
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And up and down our block there's not a sound
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I close my eyes and search for peaceful slumber
D
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And just then the local mem'ry comes around
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Piles of blues against the door to make sure sleep will come no more
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E
He's the hardest working mem'ry in this town
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Turns out happiness againand then lets loneliness back in
D
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And each night the local mem'ry comes around
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Each day I say tonight I may escape her
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I pretend I'm happy and never even a frown
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But at night I close my eyes and pray sleep finds me
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But again the local mem'ry comes around
Rids the house of all good news then sets out my crying shoes