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Sunday night and it's half past nine |
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Sunday night and it's half past nine |
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Sunday night and it's half past nine |
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I'm leaving one more town behind |
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Mirrors are showing the day's last glow |
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Mirrors are showing the day's last glow |
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Mirrors are showing the day's last glow |
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As we're spit out into the jigsaw flow |
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Ahead where there should be the thickness of night |
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Stars are pinned on a shimmering curtain of light |
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Sky full of rippling cliffs and chasms |
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That shine like signs on the road to heaven... |
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I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains |
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And cut by the love that flows like a fountain from God. |
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So I carry these scars, precious and rare, |
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And tonight I feel like I'm made of air... |
