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And a cool, cool rain comes down |
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On a world burned by the sun |
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And the moon arises like a child |
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And the moment is undone |
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And the stars never say what they see |
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As the moon flirts with shadows it makes |
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Through the fallen trees |
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Some would wait for the morning light |
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But I fall asleep 'til I'm safe |
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In the arms of night |
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Let the darkness roll in |
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Let it wipe the light away |
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In the distance |
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Always calling |
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Morpheus |
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He beckons play |
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Still the morning is pre-ordained |
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But I believe light is the source of all of our pain |
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It reveals our smallest sins |
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But dark covers all and will always take you |
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Armed and gunning |
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I've been running |
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Always just before the day |
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In the distance |
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Day is dawning |
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But I'm already miles away |
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In the night there's wonder |
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Always there for you to see |
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In the light of morning |
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Visions fade |
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And dreams can flee |
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With the darkness the night forgives |
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Covers our scars and lets |
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The lost souls live |
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And the morning's a distant fear |
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But if we move fast they'll never find us |
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Armed and gunning |
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I've been running |
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Through a world that's in decay |
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Let them thunder stare and wonder |
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Cause I'm already miles away |
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And the rain comes down |
