| Midnight brings you waves in through, across the world to me
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| I am still here thinking about what you came to be
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| I can see your face there in the moonlight on the wall
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| The shadows bend the light into a little golden ball
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| One by one the shapes become an old familiar scene
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| I watch them flicker slowly as I’m falling off to sleep
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| I can almost hear the words come rising from your tongue
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| I can almost hear you laughing when the morning comes
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| And sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night
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| I can see the angels come in, falling from your eyes
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| One by one the shapes become an old familiar scene
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| I watch them flicker slowly as I’m falling off to sleep
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| I can see you far away off in another time
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| Still ride on, the world is gone and somehow you survived
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| You sit there by the window looking out into the rain
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| Everyone was waiting but you never, ever came |