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My luck has turned Everything lost has come back to me All the creatures of the night Have snuck off reluctantly Sometimes it gets a little lonely My mood turns a little sour All that heaving and surging Before night becomes light That's the blue hour I borrow things But never get to give them back Only thing I know for sure The street of love is just a cul-de-sac Sometimes it gets a little lonely My mood turns a little sour All that heaving and surging Before night becomes light That's the blue hour A city never blacks out Cars and sirens in the distance The angel of forgetfulness Wore a blue polka dot dress Letras de cancionesI saw a way out of my mess The angel of forgetfulness Sometimes it gets a little lonely My mood turns a little sour All that heaving and surging Before night becomes light That's the blue hour From Letras Mania