| This room has a window that calls
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| That tells you you’ve been there before
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| A sundial in the sky
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| The only reminder of the days passing by
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| You, my old solitary friend
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| For you I would wait 'til the end
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| Just running down the time
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| With all of our yesterdays left far behind
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| Your debts have all been paid
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| So go on and walk away
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| I hope out there you’ll stay on
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| Where we won’t cry no more
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| The truth turns the needle through north
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| And trusts us to follow its course
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| But sometimes it’s the lie
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| That takes the day trembling in all its denial
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| Now only one ruling is left
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| When no one believes they’ll be next
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| And trails too far to find
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| If every damn stranger’s got something to hide
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| But guards are overthrown
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| The way is wide open for all who’d go
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| It’s never been so close now
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| And there we won’t cry no more
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| And there we won’t cry no more
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| There we won’t cry no more
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| There we won’t cry no more
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| There we won’t cry no more |