| We opened the door after midnight
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| To step into a timeless world
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| Angels and madness been flying around
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| A crack in the voice of reason
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| Something has taken over
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| Preventing us from turning around
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| Been sailing across the seas
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| We never arrived but always believed
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| And now for the first time I feel
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| The port I was too blind to see
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| 929 — Just a number at sundown
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| A room with a view
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| 929 — A night to remember
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| 929 — I been reaching out
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| I been stumbling around
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| 929 — I’m finally home
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| Been standing there with a suitcase
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| Surroundings fighting to get out
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| Send it off to the Lost-And-Never-Found
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| Maybe I don’t have my head on straight
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| Maybe I’ll lose it tomorrow
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| Preventing me from turning around
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| Been sailing across the seas
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| Up in the wind
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| Plowing through grief
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| And now for the first time I see
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| The port I was too blind to see
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| 929 — Just a number at sundown
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| A room with a view
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| 929 — A night to remember
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| 929 — I been reaching out
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| I been stumbling around
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| 929 — I’m finally home |