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when society has crumbled |
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and everything is gone |
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and the cars are all rusted away |
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and there ain't no more money |
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and there's nothing to buy |
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and all that we have is the day |
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when the world becomes silent |
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no planes in the air |
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when the voices just gather to sing |
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when the guns are the fence posts |
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the cars are the doghouse |
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and the telephones no longer ring |
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what, what of the night |
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with no electrical light |
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so what then? |
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you, you and the candles |
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will be all that I need |
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your face bathed in the firelight |
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will be all I want to see |
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and i'll still sing you a song |
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that will last the whole night long |
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you, you and the candles |
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when the grocery stores are hollow inside |
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and the airports are filled with a breeze |
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after the anarchy finally subsides |
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when you reckon with how it will be |
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when empires are humbled |
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before the eyes of the people |
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and the truth will be like a parade |
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when industry's fallen |
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we'll make our own clothes now |
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and gifts of our hands rise again |
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and what, what of the night |
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with no electrical light |
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so what then? |
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you, you and the candles |
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will be all that I need |
|
your face bathed in the firelight |
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will be all I want to see |
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and i'll still sing you a song |
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that will last the whole night long |
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you, you and the candles |
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in a waste paper basket |
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the timing's fantastic |
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for lovers to mean what they say |
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and a night lit in candles |
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on stained wooden mantles |
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keep us safe 'til the night |
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turns to day |
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you, you and the storm clouds |
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and the puddles at our feet |
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the lightning cuts through the heavens |
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and light you so briefly |
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and i'll still write you a song |
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to last the whole night long |
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you, you and the candles |
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you, you and the candles |
