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Don't be afraid of the dark my love |
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What would old Hobbs do with this pure heart |
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Where shadows inch like rising damp |
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Their seaweed fingers will us all to be wakeful |
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What a night for naming stars and parking cars |
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Sink into our cloud of down and sleep with me |
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Angel, angel - hold your head up high |
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In no way let God's kingdom pass you by |
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There's an open door and the lights are on |
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And all the goings on, the shouting mouths are gone |
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Thought why should I care anyway |
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I'll see your sweet face everyday |
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And that's everything |
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A prayer that I may never find you there |
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Folded up in an empty room |
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Too tired to laugh at a vaulting moon |
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Angel, angel - hold your head up high |
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In no way let God's kingdom pass you by |
