| This place was once an ocean, a shallow sea
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| We are the rightful heirs of an old story
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| We are made of stardust, fire and ice
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| We are made of dreams, shadow and light
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| Thank you, goodnight!
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| In the glowing blue hollow, the edge is blur
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| And the more it seems the less I know for sure
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| But before I close these day worn eyes,
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| I bow my head and breathe a sigh. |
| Thank you, goodnight!
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| Like a long exhale, like a vapor trail,
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| A wisp of a thing that changes everything
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| While the things that have been done, have been done
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| All the things that have not been done, have not been done
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| And all the things that I’m sad and I’m glad I know
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| I’ll breathe it out and I’ll let it go
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| Thank you, goodnight!
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| Now I lay me down to sleep into your care
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| Into my small hands, I’d clasp a prayer
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| God bless my mom and God bless my dad
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| God bless the best that I ever had, thank you, goodnight!
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| And all the things I’m sad and I’m glad I know
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| I’ll breathe it out and I’ll let it go
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| Thank you, goodnight!
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| Goodnight
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| Goodnight |