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Here it comes so swiftly, once again
It's scraping at my rooted heels, and tugging at my dress
Calling, urging me to move along
If I had my head 'til the morning time, will it have gone?
Violet fog of night, sirens of the dawn
Long ago I begged for endless thrill
Though I've let go of lovers and my callow thoughts
Illusion haunts me still
Violet fog of night, sirens of the dawn
Violet fog of night
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You can catch me in the garden by the trees
I'll be burying the promises you'd never let me keep
And just hold me still, don't let me act upon
Oh, the scraping at my rooted heels, it's just the sirens of the dawn
Violet fog of night, sirens of the dawn
Violet fog of night
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