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Outside the last remaining shadows of the day |
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Too vague to make out |
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De Chirico has packed his case and left |
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Abandoning his stakeout |
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Inside the music and the lights unite |
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To overpower the fading day |
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In here with you beside me, warm and dry and safe |
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My mind begins to stray (I see reflections of what was and what could be In dark and light they dance around me Ambition, memories, fears, hope and fantasies) |
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Crucial words never said |
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All the good that you spread |
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Each a fragment of meaning to me |
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Who else amongst the dancing crowd |
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Can share the sense that we are falling |
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Above the sound who else can hear and see |
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The fates as they are calling |
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That vision is a blessing, is an error |
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Time can only sweep away |
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Insight is there to guide us |
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We ignore its message in our own display (I see reflections of the people we could be A million faces now surround me Beloved, abandoned, fortunate, or refugee) |
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There were tears in the night |
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Summer days without end |
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Each a fragment of meaning to me |
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From the birth of a child |
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To the loss of a friend |
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Each a fragment of meaning to me (Demons of the mind Demons of the mind Demons of the mind Demons of the mind Demons of the mind Demons of the mind) (I see reflections of what was and what could be In dark and light they dance around me Ambition, memories, fears, hope, and fantasies) |
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Crucial words never said |
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All the good that you spread |
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Each a fragment of meaning to me |
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All the tears that you weep |
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All the love that you keep |
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Just a piece of the meaning to me |
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Crucial words never said |
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All the love that you spread |
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Each a fragment of meaning to me |
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The confusion and pain |
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The contentment again |
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Just a piece of the meaning to me. |
