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There was a life, was there before |
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But somehow here upon this night it now means more |
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And all those words she tried to say |
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I've now forgotten or they've somehow slipped away |
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And in this darkness is there salvation? |
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Is there forgiveness for hesitation? |
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Can someone tell me, can someone say when |
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The writer of this story will just tell us how it all will end? |
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And somewhere on this night there's a wave on the ocean |
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That crashes on shores where no one can see |
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The tides and the currents decide every motion |
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From where they are now to where they will be |
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It cradles them all for they all are its children |
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If one drop disappears it is instantly missed |
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And after each wave has joined up with the shoreline |
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It returns to the sea for that is its one wish |
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There was a light, was there before |
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But in the darkness of this night it now means more |
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To be so close, to be so near |
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To see the water there within a young child's tear |
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And in our blindness do we move onward |
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And cling to the lies that we have harbored? |
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We could not admit, we were mistaken |
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But if we don't do it now, dear |
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GodCould you please come down here and tell me when? |
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And somewhere on this night there's a wave on the ocean |
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That crashes on shores where no one can see |
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The tides and the currents decide every motion |
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From where they are now to where they will be |
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It cradles them all for they all are its children |
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If one drop disappears it is instantly missed |
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And after each wave has joined up with the shoreline |
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It returns to the sea for that is its one wish |
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In the dead of the night, tell me what do you see? |
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Will you close your eyes, child and just listen to me? |
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And remember this now, hear these words that |
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I sayAs your story appears at the end of the day |
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For my meeting with death though it has been delayed |
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I have run my hands over the end of his blade |
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Though the cut wasn't fatal even though it was deep |
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Well, that wound's never healed and that blood, it still seeps |
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Are you scared of your life? |
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Are you scared of your death? |
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Though that day will arrive, well, it hasn't come yet |
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For the days turn to months and the months turn to years |
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As I see them all now through a prism of tears |
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But don't fear tomorrow and don't fear the night |
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It's where |
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God repairs sorrows that enter your life |
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The remains of your life, the remains of the day |
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Well, protect every hour, don't give them away |
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For each evening we sleep and each morning we arise |
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But you're not the same man, that's the way it's devised |
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For there's parts of yourself the soul decides to keep |
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And there's parts of yourself that the soul does release |
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With some changes so small that they cannot be seen |
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But death is like sleep with a longer dream |
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Are you scared of your life? |
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Are you scared of your death? |
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Though that day will arrive, well, it hasn't come yet |
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As for all those mistakes that you've made in your life |
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Must they stay as they are or can we make them right? |
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On this night take my hand, keep me near, keep me close |
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And if I should die first could |
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I not be your ghost? |
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But if later in life we should happen to meet |
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Would you keep me so near you could hear my heartbeat? |
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There are reasons to live, there are reasons to die |
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But the end's not the end while you're still alive, alive, alive |
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While you're still |
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There was a life, was there before |
