| April is alone in the darkroom
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| April is waiting to bloom
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| Butterflies against her chest
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| Bright lights striking her face
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| Explosions on this screen
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| This screen’s on the scene
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| April won’t need the record
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| She’s waiting
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| She’s looking around her
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| Waiting for him to sit next to her
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| And run in the shadows
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| Lonely souls and empty faces
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| When will he come and take her?
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| Don’t let her wait too long for hours
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| When will he come and take her?
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| Don’t let her wait too long for hours
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| Now she remembers at these nights
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| Where lust was the only light!
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| She feels a wind on her neck
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| Jumps back, to feel awake
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| Breathing behind her
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| His shadow — poor little girl
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| Falling all over
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| For this missing lover
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| When will he come and take her?
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| Don’t let her wait too long for hours
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| When will he come and take her?
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| Don’t let her wait too long for hours
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| Staring at the darkness
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| She can feel his hands Softly slip under her dress
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| She opens her eyes and it’s the end
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| Floodlights on a white screen
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| She’s the only one left in these sits |