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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