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As their wings go dark - up against the sun |
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and their shadows pass - over everyone |
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and time unfolds - to a beating drum |
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I throw my clothes on a burning chair |
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I paint my eyes with the cold night air |
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the dreamer shouts - to an empty room |
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and the sun will shine |
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and the rain will pour |
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we radiate for evermore |
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and the world will turn |
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falling rain |
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in the end |
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there's a silence |
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and the TV set doesn't show the fall |
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the light is fast the world is small |
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and in the end there's a silence |
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and the sun will shine |
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and the rain will pour |
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we radiate for evermore |
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and the world will turn |
