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Whistling Away The Dark - Milos Vujovic
Often I think this sad old world
Is whistling in the dark
Just like a child
Who late from school
Walks bravely home through the park
To keep their spirits soaring
And keep the night at bay
Neither quite knowing
Which way they are going
They sing the shadows away
Often I think my poor old heart
Has given up for good
And then I see a brand new face
I glimpse some new neighborhood
So walk me back home my darling
Tell me dreams really come true
Whistling whistling
Here in the dark with you
Often I think my poor old heart
Has given up for good
And then I see a brand new face
I glimpse some new neighborhood
So walk me back home my darling
Tell me dreams really come true
Whistling whistling
Here in the dark with you
