| Now
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| I’m passing every street light
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| With ease
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| The street signs are much to dark to even pretend I’ve been here before
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| Where is your hand to guide me, close by mine
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| Another dead end
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| No, not this
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| Troubles for miles with no sign
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| With no sign
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| Will she be waiting to pull me up to the sun?
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| Will she be waiting to pull me up to the sun?
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| Lost in a one track mind
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| Stopping the chance to take ourselves
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| Lost in a one track mind
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| Stopping the chance to take ourselves
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| She can’t be much further…
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| As the day rests,
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| The sun fades, into my eyes
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| She floats around inside my empty head
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| Searching for
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| When does the moonlight end
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| The smell is so faint
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| But it must be the one
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| My bones ache,
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| From the cold
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| No one could predict that I would ever get this far
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| For so long
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| Do I have the strength
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| To go on
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| Smoke begins to fill my head
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| But still I press on
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| When does the moonlight end
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| The smell is so faint
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| But must be the one
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| When does the moonlight end
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| My bones ache
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| From the cold
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| No one could predict that I would ever get this far
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| For so long
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| She’s waiting
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| She’s waiting
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| She’s waiting
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| I feel her
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| She’s waiting |