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It was dark out
winds from the north
branches swaying over granite graves
The night seemed ominous

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I had followed her you see
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Her husband suspected infidelity
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It was after midnight
rain coming down like cats and dogs
I ran to my car, worrying I would lose the tail
This just wasn't my night
Key in ignition, and nada, mother of mercy
I would have to pick up her trail another night

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Well, some nights just don't turn out right
I was at my favorite bar
Tiffany, was serving and oh boy she sure could pour a man a drink
Down on my luck I was having double whiskeys, and drowning my sorrows
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Its now 3am and no one wants an old tired detective
the rain is now a mist, and I light my last cigarette of the night
under a lamppost of course
I have a reputation to keep after all
Looking forward to my pillow, my lonely pillow


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