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Day and night . . . the shadows move too slowly |
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From dark to light she promised she could know me |
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Remember when . . . i watched her on the stairway |
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She was drinkin' wine . . . and she told me what the |
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Stars |
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Say . . . |
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Some destinies, they should not be delivered . . . |
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But in her eyes i saw a thousand reasons |
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Day and night |
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I feel her skin . . . it's thin and white as pressed milk |
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I closed my eyes and she vanished just like burnt silk |
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And what remains was like some fallen thunder |
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And my lips were chained; they were filled with empty wonder |
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But the stars tell lies, it blinds the only warning |
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And when darkness dies, there's nothing left but morning . . . |
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Just day and night |
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Day and night . . . the shadows start to scatter |
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When touched by light . . . each promise made is shattered |
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And even when the question find the answer |
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But even then, they're something like a dancer |
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But even then, they're something like a dancer |
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Like day and night . . . dark to light |
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I move from day to night |
