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Mornings, when I wake too early |
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There's a dead light in the room |
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Rain is falling through |
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The dark and the moon |
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The waking hour appears pretty soon |
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Everyone is sleeping though |
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I lie in a curtained room |
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Somewhere in a city |
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Holding so many names |
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Somehow in the distance |
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I've gone to ground |
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Somewhere in a city |
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Somewhere between the crowd |
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Somehow in the distance |
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I've gone to ground |
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Only the shadow remains |
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Only the shadow of doubt |
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Three years of memories |
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Memories without a sight |
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The end of another year |
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How will I survive? |
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How suddenly fear begins |
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In a bedroom on the floor |
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Somewhere in a city |
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Holding so many names |
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Somewhere in the crowd |
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Somewhere in the distance |
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Somewhere in a city |
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Holding so many names |
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Somehow in a city |
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I've gone to ground |
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The light breaks, slowly forward |
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Across my bedroom wall |
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Until it defines me somehow |
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In shadow of doubt |
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It finds my fugitive life |
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It's blurred, blurred with dust |
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Only Heaven collides |
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When I look above |
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Somewhere in a city |
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Holding so many names |
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Somehow in the distance |
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I've gone to ground |
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Somewhere in a city |
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Somewhere between the crowd |
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Somehow in the distance |
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I've gone to ground |
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Somewhere in a city |
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Somewhere between the crowd |
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Somehow in the distance |
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I've gone to ground |
