Lletres: Greg Brown. 44 & 66. People Hide Their Love.

I went out last night to a cabaret,
I got home this mornin' at the break of day.

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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