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10. NIGHT WILL FORGIVE US |
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Did we make it through the night, |
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Or was it just a dream of woe? |
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When did mother's arms turn to dust? |
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The fortress so unbroken. |
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But sill your heart was strong |
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To lead us all through. |
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The gentle morning mist |
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Still veiling the graves. |
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Breathe it in and watch the sunrise. |
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Time will wait for us in this early hour |
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Like the ghosts still lingering on the flowers. |
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Time won't heal, it just buries the pain |
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And slowly changes form. |
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But a bleeding heart is an open one, |
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Alive yet so undone. |
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We carry these wounds until the night forgives us. |
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Loneliness, so hard to bear, |
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When these rooms breathe emptiness. |
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Still your voice is all around me here, |
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Singing me to the blue dream |
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Through the quiet summer rain. |
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Time won't heal, it just buries the pain |
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And slowly changes form. |
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But a bleeding heart is an open one, |
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Alive yet so undone. |
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We carry these wounds until the night forgives us. |
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Did we make it through the night, |
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Or was it just a dream of woe? |
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When did mother's arms turn to dust? |
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The fortress so unbroken. |
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But sill your heart was strong to lead us all through. |
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The gentle morning mist |
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Still veiling the graves. |
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Breathe it in and watch the sunrise. |
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Time will wait for us in this early hour. |
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Time won't heal, it just buries the pain |
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And slowly changes form. |
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But a bleeding heart is an open one, |
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Alive yet so undone. |
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We carry these wounds until the night forgives us |
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And lets us say a last goodbye. |
