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(When the darkness falls like a curtain |
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And the night ahead is a long and uncertain dream |
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Beyond the loss and the hope of redemption) |
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At the broken heart of the city |
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Where the hollow light of day never reaches in |
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A man can break down and fall into pieces |
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He will fall asleep like a baby |
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And the unforgiving arms of the cradle |
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Rock as hard as the face of the city pavement |
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Hide your eyes |
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Hide your eyes |
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He can see the face of a lover |
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In the lonely face of the angel above him |
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Carved into the stone that is changing around him |
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He can feel her breathing inside him |
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And the unforgiving visions deny him |
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Life can only be what a man can make it |
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Hide your eyes |
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Hide your eyes |
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Sunday morning |
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Yellow sky |
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The sun is floating diamond high |
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Hours passing |
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A baby cries |
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In the arms of someone you imagine |
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Close your eyes |
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This is your lullaby |
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Close your eyes |
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This is your lullaby |
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He can feel his skin like a prison |
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Like a dying cage he struggles to live inside |
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He tries to call out but nobody hears him |
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At the ragged edge of the silence |
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In the calm that only comes with the violent sleep |
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Inside the heart and the hope of redemption |
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Hide your eyes |
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Hide your eyes |
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In the heart of someone you imagine |
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Close your eyes |
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This is your lullaby |
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Close your eyes |
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This is your lullaby |
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(Down, down, down |
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Would the fall never come to an end? |
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Wonder how many miles I've fallen |
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Must be somewhere near the centre of the earth |
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How funny it will seem to come out among the people |
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Who walk with their heads downwards |
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Down, down, down |
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Down, down, down |
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Would the fall never come to an end?) |
