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The party's begun, but your heart is on mine tonight, |
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The music it wont sing to you, the thoughts wont leave your mind. |
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But there is a sound, a sound somewhere singing, |
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There its in the willows, there is where the wind blows, |
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On the river, in the open. |
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It sings of all we know, in the song of the human heart. |
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The dark unfolds and buries you over, |
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Buries your sorrow in its arms. |
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A song of the hopeless, with no rest tomorrow. |
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All they know is, something's gone. |
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Yes there is a sound, a sound somewhere singing, |
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There its in the willows, there its where the wind blows, |
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On the river, in the open. |
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It sings of all we are, in the song of the human heart. |
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The dark that blows through, wont stop holding, |
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Hoards of the soulless, an endless throng. |
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A song in motion, with no rest to follow, |
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All they know is, harvest done. |
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And frost of the moon tonight, hardly a star. |
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And just half a moon tonight, how its done. |
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The dark unfolds and, ferries you over, |
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Buries your sorrow, within its arms. |
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A song of the hopeless, with no rest tomorrow. |
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All they know is, harvest done. |
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Frost on the moon tonight, hardly a star. |
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Just half a moon tonight, harvest done. |
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And frost on the moon tonight, hardly a star. |
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Just half a moon tonight, harvest done..... |
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Harvest done. |
