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The Brunswick Street moon shone down upon your face,
I thought it to be my last night alone;
How sweet the embrace, like the warm wind howling,
Now I'd build a spire for you if you would for me.
Affairs of the dark seldom see the sun,
Through eyes like no other, a stranger I've run;
Through late night rambles and wayward talk,
But I'd play a new song for you if you would for me.
But it never was to be that simple just for me,
Always the right place, never the time;
'Cause when I reach the station I find,
My ticket is free.
Now the Brunswick Street moon still smiles in its own way,
And I laugh to myself to see where broken hearts stray;
But I would have brought angels to you if you would to me.
But it never was to be that simple just for me,
Always the right place, never the time;
'Cause when I reach the station I find,
My ticket is free,
My ticket is free,
My ticket is free.
