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The night is drawing on but all the strain not told on him |
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And he won't fall into the sleep of the just |
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To be a tumbler or a lonesome intruder |
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He is as good as gold and searching for trust |
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(be), to be the harlequin who shines in dead gold |
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To kill those idle thoughts about this stronghold |
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(see), see the evening star in this sunset glow |
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Sailing the splendour ships straight on the port bow |
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(pre-chorus) |
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Strike the sands of ever |
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The lingering sound of dreams |
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In harsh reality |
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Turn over a new leaf |
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Ardently desired |
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And forever |
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(chorus) |
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(shine), it fired his imagination so far |
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And he gave rise to hope |
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(shine), this true ring of conviction will leave a scar |
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(to) the dancer on a rope |
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(shine), so where's the difference between man and machine ? |
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And who will draw the line ? |
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(shine), the game is worth the candle, always been |
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May all the ways then shine |
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Sometimes he's worlds apart and elsewhere lies his dream |
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And he won't never shift the blame on you |
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Sometimes a parting kiss speaks louder than action |
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When life turns suddenly like a bolt from the blue |
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(he), he's not the silver slave supposed to be |
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He's on the rise to fame out of this tragedy |
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(free), so now the odds are even, literally true |
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There is no limit to it all, there is no taboo |
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(pre-chorus) |
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(chorus) |
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Don't clip those wings of a flying |
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When wearing your heart on your sleeve |
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But still there is life among dying |
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The far cry off and make-believe |
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In this palatial hallway |
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Should all be null and void ? |
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Between the tricks of fortune |
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In years that he enjoyed |
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He is the one enigma |
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High-flown beneath the sun |
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Is he the last resort ? |
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When future has begun |
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