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It's getting late |
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It all just wanes and pales and fades away |
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If we just want it too much |
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And what a shame if all there is |
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Is all that's gone away |
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There's nothing left here for us |
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Dead light holiday |
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Killing time to make us stay |
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Hollow as the promises of yesterday |
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On and on the music plays |
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Memories in paraphrase |
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Falling past my window |
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Like the morning rain |
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It's all the same |
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So many words remaining |
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Always too late |
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It never seems worth taking |
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And all the days |
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And all the nights lost sleeping |
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And in the end |
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The secret not worth keeping |