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Morning Light. |
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The race was won, the race was lost. |
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it's not a sprint it's a marathon, |
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we must survive at all cost. |
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The whispering, the cold dead sights |
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its cruel mistress forgetting, |
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its lover, forgetting it's child. |
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interjections are lost and found, |
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from the streets to the underground. |
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A passing thought, a passing glance, |
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forget apprehension remember we all have a chance. |
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to save ourselves, to save our hearts. |
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From the plight of rejection we'll never be stronger apart. |
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interjections are lost and found, |
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from the streets to the underground. |
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As the night draws in and the moon hangs high. |
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Two lovers descend and wait 'til the morning light. |
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As the tree tops flirt with horizon lines, |
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wrapped up tight in each other, 'til the morning light. |
