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When the Lights Go Down Written by - Rivers Rutherford, Jeffrey Steele & Craig Wiseman From - Cry When the lights go down He'll be fillin' a pan with a broom in his hand In some dive across town He'll be wipin' the bar an' moppin' the floor Countin' his tills an' lockin' the doors Wrestlin' the devil that tells him pour Another round When the lights go down She'll be callin' her friends from her Mercedes Benz But it's too late now They were there for the fame, the flash and the thrill But the drop of a name, the part isn't his As another star falls from the Hollywood Hills Without a sound When the lights go down And there's nothing left to be When the lights go down And the truth is all you see When you feel that hole inside your soul An' wonder what you're made of Well, we all find out When the lights go down When the lights go down At the end of the day, when this game that I play Has gone another round As I lay there alone in this big empty bed Nothing but thoughts of you in my head I think of the things that I wish I had said When you were still around When the lights go down Yeah, there's nothing left to be When the lights go down And the truth is all you see And I wonder if, all my life's about Is the sum of all my fears And all my doubts Yeah, when all the lights go down Oh, oh When the lights go down Oh, an' there's nothing left to be When the lights go down Yeah, an' the truth is all you see When you feel that hole inside your soul An' wonder what you're made of Well, we all find out When the lights go down Ooh, when the lights go down Oh, oh |