| I have seen the starlight fading
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| Into echoes on the floor
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| And I dreamed the stars parading
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| Like tin soldiers on the shore
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| The city casts no shadow now
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| At midnight, all the whores
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| Come out and dance with darkness
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| And the night rains pour
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| Moonbeams gather dust
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| The cobwebs rust into the ground
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| Windows stare at the open air
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| And the sparrows dare to drown
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| Death becomes a debutante
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| Stranded in her gown
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| Branded like a leper
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| And the night rains down
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| By morning all the debutantes
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| And the virgins have their fill
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| It’s a signal to the vagabonds
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| Who come in for the kill
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| Me, I must be lucky now
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| For the sky is with me still
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| It’s written on the wind
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| That the night rains chill
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| I dreamed the sun was falling
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| Into darkness, and I ran
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| Into the night was endless
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| Slipping through my famished hand
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| And the sky was like a furnace
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| I could not see to stand
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| Committed to its emptiness
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| The night rains sand
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| I have seen the starlight fading
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| Into echoes on the floor
|
| And I dreamed the stars parading
|
| Like tin soldiers on the shore
|
| The city casts no shadow now
|
| At midnight, all the whores
|
| Come out and dance with darkness
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| And the night rains pour |