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Deep inside the darkest night |
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Is drinking in the light |
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From pinholes pricked |
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Holy needles knicked |
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In a canopy of white |
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I'm alone, |
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I'm alone and |
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I'm beating my soul |
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To make it bleed a drop of hope |
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Then I'll drink it up in a golden cup |
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And let it grow inside |
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And I fear that you've gone away |
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But you must be somewhere near |
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The fire fades, so the deepest shades |
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Slowly trickle down the wall |
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In a room |
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I hide, will |
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I come outside |
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And have some kind of fall |
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All my words, all my words |
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They have lost all their worth |
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Nothing's good enough for anyone |
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And the look on my face |
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Leaves a subtle trace of the change |
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That is to come |
