| At the end of the night
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| It can’t get any darker
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| I shrink from the shadows
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| Cast in fragile moonlight
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| With my back on the headboard
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| I sit on my mattress
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| Clutching my pillow
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| Scared to death of it all
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| At the birth of the stars
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| You come to me at nightfall
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| Laughing at my terror
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| As we struggle and spar
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| When it seems that you’ve won
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| The clock is my savoir
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| The promise of daylight
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| Denies all that you’ve done
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| And I can sleep again
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| I can sleep again
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| At the end of the night
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| My world at peace
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| I can sleep again
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| I can sleep again
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| At the end of the night
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| The nightmares cease
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| Echoes of mundane things
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| In waking dreams repeating
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| Two mirrors face inwards
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| And I’m caught in between
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| When it feels like forever
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| The clock is my savoir
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| It promises daylight
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| At the end of the night
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| And I can sleep again
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| I can sleep again
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| At the end of the night
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| My head is clear
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| I can sleep again
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| I can sleep again
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| It’s the end of the night
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| And hope is here |