| This is the midnight radio one
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| As music in the moonlit starry night
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| beneath this purple haze our common dark
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| The heavens obscure, starlight travels into infinity
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| Yet we only see it when the night is black.
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| This is the question the brothers and sisters fear;
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| What is the color of the soul?
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| Said Buddha, Jesus, Plato, and the poets of Old,
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| That evening is the color of the soul.
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| We hide ourselves in artificial light
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| We think ourselves safe and outta sight.
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| You have a million dollars still
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| Enough money to build a city on every hill.
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| Work hard brother,
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| Love alone will pay your bill.
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| Look good sister,
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| Love alone will pay your bill.
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| Die rich,
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| Love alone will pay your bill
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| And evening is still the color of the soul. |