| The day goes by, I nod at it, another comes again.
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| I’m asking you for guidance now, I hope my ways to mend.
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| In the secret history of time we’re all alone and dead
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| And only suffering is sure is what the best book said.
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| The night is coming on and I’m feeling scared.
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| There are things I’ve left undone and the deadline’s here.
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| The night is coming on and the dread is sheer.
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| There’s something knocking in my mind I’m trying to recall.
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| I think if I could remember it I could regain it all.
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| But maybe it wasn’t even me who had that memory
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| But someone gone if ever here like a river to the sea.
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| The night is coming on and I’m feeling scared.
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| There are things I’ve left undone and the deadline’s here.
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| The night is coming on and the dread is sheer.
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| I’d like to say I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you
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| But everyone expects the world and then they get it too.
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| The night is coming on and time it won’t stand still.
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| The end is near they say and yes it always will.
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| The night is coming on and I’m feeling scared.
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| There are things I’ve left undone and the deadline’s here.
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| The night is coming on and the dread is sheer. |