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The night is restless |
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But no dream's in sight |
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And the sounds have no beginnings or ends |
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And that glow is not a light |
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The walls turn into waterfalls |
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With water made of thoughts that call |
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It's not okay to tip the glass |
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Don't smile too long or shed a tear |
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You're not the only one to know |
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Things have changed, now we are here |
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We are not the king and queen |
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What we are lies in between |
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The blankets that you've never seen |
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But over you are spread' |
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We are here', the voices sing |
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We are here, the echo thunders |
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Here we are, the doorbell rings |
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We are here and here in numbers |
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Others came in from the hall |
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Thoughts with voices start to call |
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It's not okay to tip the glass |
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Don't smile too long or shed a tear |
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You're not alone the way you thought |
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Things have changed, now we are here |
