| The night is over, the day is come;
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| You’re growing older, no longer young
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| You’re never sleeping, you’re wide awake
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| You’re getting older, plans you make
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| Oh no, I never wanted to find out
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| Oh I wish you hadn’t fried out
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| You’ve fallen under the dark waves
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| You’re in the work yard with all the slaves
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| No one miss you when you’re gone
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| Out there lying the black
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| I watched the fiend as he was forming
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| Ten years of ugly little warnings
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| And when you lay down, late in the night
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| You don’t think about it, you don’t wonder why
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| The days are long, and you cannot move
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| You only see what you want to see
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| You are never coming back
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| Forever falling through the cracks
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| I hope to see you once again
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| We’re all moving towards the end
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| Oh no, I never wanted to find out
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| Oh I wish you hadn’t fried out
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| And when you lay down, late in the night
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| You don’t think about it, you don’t wonder why
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| The days are long, and you cannot leave
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| You only see what you want to see |