Songtexte Theme from Middle of the Night - Nina Simone & Bob Mersey and His Orchestra
                                                Only 
                                                the 
                                                lonely 
                                                love, 
                                                only 
                                                the 
                                                sad 
                                                of 
                                                soul,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wake 
                                                and 
                                                begin 
                                                their 
                                                day 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                middle 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night,
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                breakfast 
                                                on 
                                                their 
                                                pride, 
                                                burnt 
                                                joys 
                                                and 
                                                tears 
                                                just 
                                                dried
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                breakfast 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                moon 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                middle 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                to 
                                                count 
                                                once 
                                                more 
                                                my 
                                                miserly 
                                                store 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                kisses
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                this 
                                                darkness 
                                                restored,
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                grasp 
                                                your 
                                                absent 
                                                grace 
                                                in 
                                                desperate 
                                                embrace,
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                make 
                                                your 
                                                false 
                                                heart 
                                                true, 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                middle 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night 
                                                oh 
                                                oh 
                                                oh
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                to 
                                                count 
                                                once 
                                                more 
                                                my 
                                                miserly 
                                                store 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                kisses
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                this 
                                                darkness 
                                                restored,
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                grasp 
                                                your 
                                                absent 
                                                grace 
                                                in 
                                                desperate 
                                                embrace,
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                make 
                                                your 
                                                false 
                                                heart 
                                                true, 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                middle 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night.
 
                                    
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