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(C. Orlando, Pagliuso, G. Orlando) |
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The time we had birth in light |
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The time we had been brought into light |
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We slipped out of their hands and fell into the night |
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After all this time, still can't choke off the cries |
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And sail together this night boat lost in time |
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In slow motion resound |
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The missing matter discrepancy |
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Can't disperse the lightnings, echoes abysmal |
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Because the doorway is there tomorrow |
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Doesn't mean we're doing fine |
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To leave the stairs of the absolute means |
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We are no more the loony ones |
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The time we had birth in light |
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The time we'd been brought into light |
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It rejoins the final blaze disorder |
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With no sense of losing something |
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Today I meet you down at sundown time |
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Immersed in orange light we both revive |
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Delight of the Sun |
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Leaving us a caress, while |
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Fading down, it brings our pain with him away |
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But war, remember, where it resides |
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Tomorrow leaves the horror hiding, somehow hiding |
