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Meanwhile the night turns the story into drama |
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The clowns to ghosts and the lawmen to thievs |
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I'm sitting alone |
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On the top of the church |
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Under the clock-tower roof |
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I get some hours of trust |
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When I am here in the dust |
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And picture the world form a little above |
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In the dust, from a little above |
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The world sleeps safe on her pillow now, ma'm |
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And the wind plays with leaves on the staircase below |
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And just like the wind |
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I had a playmate who coped |
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When life felt hard and unjust |
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And we're here in the dust |
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And pictured the world from a little above |
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In the dust, from a little above |
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So if you are young |
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And almost out of regret |
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Stay forever young |
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'cause sparkling youth go to rust |
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When you are here in the dust |
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And picture the world from a little above |
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In the dust, I'm ringin' the bell for my missing companion |
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In the dust, you could have been free, well maybe you are now |
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In the dust, you know I never will be |
