The Dead Of The Night (Album Version) Lyrics

Song	The Dead Of The Night (Album Version)
Artist	Shawn Colvin
Album	Steady On
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	作词 : Colvin
	S. Colvin
	It is the dead of the night
	Oh the dead of the night
	I live on a dream, it came to me
	When I was young
	I brought it here, and now for years
	The streets of London keep it safe and warm
	Every morning it dies and it is reborn
	In the dead of the night
	I keep a pencil and a book
	I say this is how a life can look
	Russian roulette, French-kissed cigarette
	And the silence like an anvil
	The things that you learn, but now all
	that burns
	Is a candle
	And the fog melts over the night, and
	it softens the edges
	I begin to write in the dead of the night
	A bead of sweat runs down my arm
	And I drink it from my skin
	It is the most real thing that I feel
	It is communion
	Bless the meek
	Heal the sick
	Protect the weak
	In the dead of the night

	zuo ci : Colvin
	S. Colvin
	It is the dead of the night
	Oh the dead of the night
	I live on a dream, it came to me
	When I was young
	I brought it here, and now for years
	The streets of London keep it safe and warm
	Every morning it dies and it is reborn
	In the dead of the night
	I keep a pencil and a book
	I say this is how a life can look
	Russian roulette, Frenchkissed cigarette
	And the silence like an anvil
	The things that you learn, but now all
	that burns
	Is a candle
	And the fog melts over the night, and
	it softens the edges
	I begin to write in the dead of the night
	A bead of sweat runs down my arm
	And I drink it from my skin
	It is the most real thing that I feel
	It is communion
	Bless the meek
	Heal the sick
	Protect the weak
	In the dead of the night

	zuò cí : Colvin
	S. Colvin
	It is the dead of the night
	Oh the dead of the night
	I live on a dream, it came to me
	When I was young
	I brought it here, and now for years
	The streets of London keep it safe and warm
	Every morning it dies and it is reborn
	In the dead of the night
	I keep a pencil and a book
	I say this is how a life can look
	Russian roulette, Frenchkissed cigarette
	And the silence like an anvil
	The things that you learn, but now all
	that burns
	Is a candle
	And the fog melts over the night, and
	it softens the edges
	I begin to write in the dead of the night
	A bead of sweat runs down my arm
	And I drink it from my skin
	It is the most real thing that I feel
	It is communion
	Bless the meek
	Heal the sick
	Protect the weak
	In the dead of the night

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