| She said look at the moon
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| It’s like a fingernail clipping
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| A sliver of light in the cold black sky
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| I gave her my coat, held her close and she cried
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| As the sun came up over the jagged skyline
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| The silence amplified our beating hearts
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| And I didn’t answer when she asked why
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| One life to live
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| Many paths to take
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| One twists and turns and falls away
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| And flowers bloom in brilliant light
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| And fade into the night
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| So much to lose
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| Or so it seems
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| These idle games and children’s dreams
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| How they confound and split the seams inside my mind
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| I just keep moving on into the unknown
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| And I go walking alone near the St. Augustine bell
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| And thinking about you since you went away
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| We used to sit here and watch as the shadows played
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| And if I try real hard, I can remember that sound
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| Ringing out just like a clarion
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| Echoing off of the wall of the dark arcade
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| One life to live
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| Many paths to take
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| One twists and turns and falls away
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| And flowers bloom in brilliant light
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| And fade into the night
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| So much to lose
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| Or so it seems
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| These idle games and children’s dreams
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| How they confound and split the seams inside my mind
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| I just keep moving on into the unknown
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| You know being alone feels like I’m holding my breath
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| I try to be cool, I try to push it down
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| I walk like I know where to go on a Friday night
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| And the city streets are the fangs of a beast
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| Yeah it’s always tired, but it never sleeps
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| I cry with the silence, dance with the freaks
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| Come on, I’m getting on into the unknown |