| Daylight falls and I’m lost in the big parade.
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| Hold my hand, darling, I’m afraid of the daylight.
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| Shade is dark.
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| Cool and languid for life or love.
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| Safe in shadows; |
| never stark as the daylight.
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| As the daylight.
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| When I was just knee high,
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| My Momma told me, never try,
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| To be someone that I am not.
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| Yet over time I had forgot,
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| The wandering child, so lost at play:
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| He’s found himself but he can’t find his way,
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| In the daylight.
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| Oh, the daylight.
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| Ooh, daylight.
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| Ooh, daylight.
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| Life is short, and there’s no turning back the time.
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| Fragrant meadows and rocks to climb in the daylight.
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| In my mind,
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| There’s a corner I need to turn.
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| Lessons lived is a lesson learned in the daylight.
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| In the daylight.
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| I miss the forest shade,
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| You took me there, the promise I made,
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| To never leave the dark so deep.
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| Safe and soothing, yet I fear,
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| As I recall and now reflect,
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| I see it’s safer to connect,
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| To the daylight.
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| Oh, the daylight. |
| (Light.)
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| Ooh, daylight.
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| Ooh, daylight.
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| (Instrumental break).
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| Daylight falls and I’m lost in the big parade.
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| Hold my hand, darling, I’m afraid of the daylight.
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| Of the day… |