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On an open stretch of freeway |
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Underneath the canvas clouds |
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The blackness after evening |
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Swallowed everything around |
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But just up head on the open horizon |
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We caught the faintest glow |
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And as we drew near |
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it seemed so clear that the dark would have to go |
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In the center of the city |
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Comes the illusion of the day |
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When everything looks pretty |
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It's easy to think you've found the way |
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But it's all just a big masquerade |
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It was thirty-six months earlier |
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On that same old lonesome road |
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And that same old darkness lingered |
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Just before the lightning show |
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And the thunder cracked down |
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And His lightning conquered everything around |
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That dark had to flee |
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Now the light of the little town |
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Was as dark as the night compared tothe light |
