It's five o' clock, as I walk through the empty streets
Thoughts fill my head, but then still no one speaks to me
My mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by
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It is so hard to believe
That it's me
that I see in the window pane
it is so hard to believe
that all this is the way
that is has to be
It's five o' clock, as I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend, and in him I find sympathy
And so I go back to the years that have to past me by
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Chorus
It's five o' clock, as I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend, and in him I find sympathy
He gives, gives me day, gives me hope and a little dream, too