DEMIS RUSSOS - IT'S FIVE O'CLOCK

It's five o'clock

and 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 te believe

that it's me

that I see

in the window pane

It it so hard to believe

that all this the way

that it has to be

It's five o'clock

and I walk through the empty streets

The night is my friend

And in him

I find sympathy