Nina Simone - Theme from Middle of the Night
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Only the lonely love
Only the sad of so
Wake and begin their day in the middle of the night
To breakfast on their pride
Where joys and tears just ride
To breakfast with the moon
In the middle of the night
Then to cut once more, my measly horde
Of your kisses in this darkness restored
To graspy raps and graves
In desperate embrace
To make your false a true
Middle of the Night
The night