| The countless eyes dotted in the night sky
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| I speak the language, or several hundred words
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| A cloudless day, and a thunderous night
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| Among companions, I’ll carry my name
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| But the life we lead came gradually
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| Who keeps the time?
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| A bitter lime, will do us fine
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| To kill the taste
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| We’ll turn deaf ears on all that we don’t wanna hear
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| But a cause for travel has come again
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| At this early hour, I’ll tell your wife a story
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| She looks outside and doubles over laughing
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| Of the souls you loved, and a place you lived
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| Those country houses
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| And a change of heart tore us apart
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| Oh, what a ride
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| Every chance you have
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| All the love and life
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| All the joy and grace
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| Don’t be absurd, don’t you think it out
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| You know what thinking does
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| To love’s shine, and love’s light
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| Now it’s your every word
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| Oh I’m hanging on
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| It feels right these days
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| I saw strange things
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| The lines of old faces
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| Up on the stormy sky, tonight
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| Now all the younger kids have gone away to sleep
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| In the days to come, I’ll do the same
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| At this early hour, I’ll tell your wife a story
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| She looks outside and doubles over laughing
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| The life we lead came gradually
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| Who keeps the time?
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| Bitter lime, do us fine
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| To kill the taste |