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When night comes in and take our light |
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As we turn once again in the dsun |
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We dont have to drift out of sight |
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Bu shadows will fall and run. |
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They will run, they will run, they will run |
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As the day in time will be done |
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In the end there will be perfect endlessness |
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When we're gone, when we're gone, when we're gone |
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Green turns gold and the gold turns green |
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As we turn one more time past the sun |
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Like no one else has seen |
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As the shadows will shift to none |
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They will run, they will run, they will run |
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As the day's last light is done |
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In the end there will be only endlessness |
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When we're gone, when we're gone, when we're gone. |
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Your boat tipped straight upright |
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You thought that sleep was dying |
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You thought it was your time |
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To give into the endless night |
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No you were not right |
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And I said no, it's not. |
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There really is enough. |
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It might just be too much in a couple weeks, |
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Twenty hours, or in 10 minutes. |
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Sky hangs heavy in lowest light |
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As the day slips down past the sun |
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Black and blue in the forest green |
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Shadows are gone, they have run |
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They have run, they have run, they have run. |
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As the days last light now is done |
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In the end we can see perfect endlessness |
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When we're gone, when we're gone, when we're gone |
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Your boat tipped straight upright |
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You thought that sleep was dying |
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You thought it was your time |
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To give into the endless night |
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No you were not right |
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And I said no, it's not. |
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There really is enough. |
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It might just be too much in a couple weeks, |
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Twenty hours, or in 10 minutes. |
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I can feel your hand let go of mine. |
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And drift you to where there isn't any light |
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And I can never sleep enough, that's right. |
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Something makes me nervous about the night. |
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Something makes me nervous about the night. |
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Something makes me nervous about the night. |
