| Moonrise over the mountains
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| Sky is midnight blue
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| I’m thinking about the hard times
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| That lie ahead of you
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| You’ll never know just what was lost
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| In our spiral down from grace
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| We’ll never know the final cost
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| Of the worthless dreams we chased
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| Save your sorrow for another morn
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| Though your heart lies on the ground
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| Come tomorrow, maybe a new world’s born
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| When we ride the old one down
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| It never will be paradise
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| It never will be bliss
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| But love will make it worth the price
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| Even in times like this
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| So save your sorrow for another morn
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| Though your heart lies on the ground
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| Come tomorrow, maybe a new world’s born
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| When we ride the old one down
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| Moonlight over the mountain
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| The midnight oil burns low
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| There’ll never be enough time
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| Til it’s your time to go
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| So save your sorrow for another morn
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| Though your heart lies on the ground
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| Come tomorrow, maybe a new world’s born
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| When we ride the old one down |