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I went out last night to a cabaret, I got home this mornin' at the break of day. [Chorus:] People hide their love, People hide their love, People hide their love, People hide their love. Knockin' on my door; I know there's nobody home, But I go on in; talk to the telephone. [Chorus] In the dimlit crowd, in a creaking bone, In the laugh too loud, in the midnight groan. [Chorus] I went out last night to a little cabaret, I got home this mornin' at the break of day From Letras Mania