| Lyrics |
In the night of the day I was born,quite sure I wouldn
`t see no tomorrow.
All the days I was wasting alone,always waiting for the night without sorrows.
Mister, mister, don
`t you know what I am.
Can
`t you hear it
`s always trembling in my voice?
Don
`t you know I
`m doing all that I can,but I
`m a man without any choice.
Ev
`ry day
`s only pain for me.I don
`t like the sunlight shining on my head.I
`m a man that was born for the dark.
Ev
`ry light shines is making me feel bad.
Lady, lady, put your hand on my head.
Can
`t you hear it
`s always trembling in my voice?`
Cause I
`m the one who
`s behaving so bad.I need those feelings for you again.
Man of the dark, guardian of the night
I don
`t like people working all day,only working just to see next tomorrow.
But they
`re happy while they
`re living that way.
In that world I gotta beg, steal or borrow.
Mister, mister, you don
`t know...
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