(Bert Berns)
I can see her right out my window
Walkin' on the street, my girl with another guy
His arms around her like it used to be with me
Hey man, it makes me want to die
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Here it comes
Here comes the night
Here comes the night
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
There they go it's funny how they look so good together
Wonder what is wrong with me
Why can't I accept the fact that she's chosen him
And simply let them be
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Here it comes
Here comes the night
Here comes the night
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
Oh, she's with him, he's turning out the lights
And now he's holding her the way I used to do
I can see her closing her eyes and telling the lies
Exactly like she told me too
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Here it comes
Here comes the night
Here comes the night
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
Here it comes
Here comes the night
Here it comes
Here comes the night
Here it comes
Here comes the night
Here it comes
Oh, here comes the night
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