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When morning took form |
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As the silhouette of a man |
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I could not turn my head |
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I could not stop trembling |
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I could not stop trembling |
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I could not stop trembling |
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oh, oh, oh |
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oh, oh, oh |
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oh, oh, oh, oooh oooh |
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Well, they told me when I was young |
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That the future is paper sky |
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All the wandering I have done |
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All my push and pulling |
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I could not repent enough |
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I could not repent enough |
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I could not repent enough |
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I could not repent enough |
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oh, oh, oh |
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oh, oh, oh |
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oh, oh, oh, oooh oooh |
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oh, oh, oh |
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oh, oh, oh |
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oh, oh, oh, oooh oooh |
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When evening plays her hand |
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Will she find us afraid? |
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Will she find us trembling? |
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Will she find us welcoming? |
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The rushing dark |
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The rushing dark |
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The rushing dark |
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The rushing dark |
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oh, oh, oh |
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oh, oh, oh |
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oh, oh, oh, oooh oooh |
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oh, oh, oh |
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oh, oh, oh |
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oh, oh, oh, oooh oooh |
