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Steam is rising off the ground |
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And the hot air is only cooled |
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By the sound of rain drops falling |
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And the night is so near |
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She takes me in her arms |
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And then far away the fire streaks |
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Through the sky and |
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I second-guess what |
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I hear I'm sure there's something there |
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But not yet |
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Here l sit in this place |
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So cramped and tired |
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And I pray for distant morning |
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The embrace of painless morphine |
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Her breath on my body |
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I need her where |
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I'm going |
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And crash in the nights |
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I stand and curse the era |
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When we make our own terror |
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Is sanity getting rarer |
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And then There's no warning |
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From the embrace |
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To the final attack |
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There's no warning |
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Feel the crack |
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Feel the crack of the |
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Whip of my back |
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No more pain |
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No more fear |
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Reality is here |
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Cry for the morning |
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Cry for the morning |
