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And if I tore a hole into this nights fair well and crawled on out to escape this night and all its fears and memories of happy years. One step behind Im one too late you tore you own, Im going home. Oh my memory, did I say goodbye? Youll be gone tomorrow and Im crying in your arms but youre not here. I can see your face every time I close my eyes, this cabaret. Oh Ill remember everything youve said to me. The day I release you in my heart Ill say goodbye. But Ill take time to write down everything.