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Harum Procol Salad Days Are Here Again

(Brooker / Reid) You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that

(Brooker / Reid) You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that

: (Brooker / Reid) You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you