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Through a crack streams a light. |
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The others sleep, for them it's night. |
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It's the cruel midnight sun |
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and my winter's begun. |
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Way beneath, stretching deep, |
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the Atlantic abyss. |
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Metal bird flaps it's wing |
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and a shadow axe swings. |
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Solar flares, polar night, |
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as we move out of sight. |
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Memories in eclipse |
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from the world opposite. |
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Each second feels like days. |
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What devil made you wax when I must wane. |
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Six thousand miles of space, |
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the radar's blank and you're too far out of range. |
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Metal bird flaps it's wing |
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and a shadow axe swings. |
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Solar flares, polar night, |
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as we move out of sight. |
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Memories in eclipse |
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from the world opposite. |
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You're so cruel midnight sun. |
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Now my winter's begun. |