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 When the day is over 
And the work is done 
Well it's a different story 
As the darkness comes around 
I tried to let you know 
You're going the wrong way 
 
And the streets you thought 
Would all be paved with gold 
But when the wind cuts through 
You'd even try to sell your soul 
Everywhere you go 
It's the long way 
 
Now you're no longer 
Just the boy next door 
When they were falling in love 
With that clean cut smile 
Change of style 
Just for a little while 
 
Whatcha doing, hey, whatcha doing? 
Walking through danger 
Can't see the wrong or the right 
Whatcha doing, tell me whatcha doing? 
Can't be a stranger 
Must be a trick of the night 
 
Well, it's a laugh a minute 
And you can't decide 
Between the burning question 
And the fortune in his eyes 
You never let it show 
Or take it the wrong way 
 
Sometimes you wonder 
What you came here for 
Oh, they could tear you apart 
With those bare faced lies 
Can't disguise 
All the hurt you're feeling inside 
 
Whatcha doing, hey, whatcha doing? 
Walking through danger 
Can't see the wrong or the right 
Whatcha doing, tell me whatcha doing? 
Can't be a stranger 
Must be a trick of the night 
 
Whatcha doing, hey, whatcha doing? 
Walking through danger 
Can't see the wrong or the right 
Whatcha doing, tell me whatcha doing? 
Can't be a stranger 
Must be a trick of the night 
 
Of the night, of the night 
Must be a trick of the night 
 
When the day is over 
And the work is done 
Well, it's a different story 
As the darkness comes around 
 
And the streets you thought 
Would all be paved with gold 
And when the wind cuts through 
You'd even try to sell your soul 
(Must be a trick of the night) 
 
When the day is over 
And the work is done 
Well, it's a different story 
As the darkness comes around 
 
And the streets you thought 
Would all be paved with gold 
And when the wind cuts through 
You'd even try to sell your soul 
(Must be a trick of the night) 
 
When the day is over 
And the work is done 
Well, it's a different story 
As the darkness comes around 
 
And the streets you thought 
Would all be paved with gold 
And when the wind cuts through 
  
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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