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I climbed to the top of a hill |
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But I had just missed the sun |
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And although the descending arc was gone |
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Left behind were the traces that always follow along |
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The most beautiful colors chase the sun |
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They wrap her trail in a taunting gesture |
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That seems to sing out loud |
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This is what you're missing |
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I'll endure the night |
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For the promise of light |
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I'll endure the night |
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For the promise of light |
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I want to lift my hands towards the sun |
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Show me warmth |
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Baby, won't you show me warmth again? |
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And when I can feel with my sun hands |
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I'll promise not to lose her again |
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And even if the morning never comes |
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My hands are blessed |
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Who'll touched the sun, the sun |
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I'll endure the night |
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For the promise of light |
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I'll endure the night |
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For the promise of |
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And when I can feel with my sun hands |
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I promise not to lose her again |
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And when I can feel with my sun hands |
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I promise not to lose her again |
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And when I can feel with my sun hands |
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I promise not to lose her again |
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And when I can feel with my sun hands |
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I promise not to lose her again |
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I'll endure the night |
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For the promise of light |
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I'll endure the night |
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For the promise of |