| I follow the nocturne
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| Observe in silence
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| What does that make of me?
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| Maybe I just want to follow the trail?
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| And find something from the dark?
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| Those who walk during the day
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| Cannot understand the yearning
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| From the light of the stars you can gain
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| Something that will kill the thirst
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| But just for a second
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| Smoke will cover
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| Those rays of light
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| And you just have to
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| Wander on
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| In the haze of dawn
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| The silhouettes are cast
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| To the horizon
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| A line drawn to the water
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| That breaks once you throw
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| The first stone
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| You can see it in the clouds
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| If you want
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| Or if you can bend the time
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| In ways that the end
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| Becomes the beginning
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| And the path
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| Is just revealing itself
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| In pitch black you need no eyes
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| Because you can’t see a thing
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| Smoke will cover
|
| Those rays of light
|
| And you just have to
|
| Wander on
|
| In the haze of dawn
|
| The silhouettes are cast
|
| To the horizon
|
| A line drawn to the water
|
| That breaks once you throw
|
| The first stone
|
| You can see it in the clouds
|
| If you want to
|
| Or if you can bend the time
|
| In ways that the end
|
| Becomes the beginning
|
| And the path
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| Is just revealing itself |