| Being here in the darkness, starless sky
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| It’s quieter than a church before the crowds arrive
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| And the world is mine and no one else sees
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| With my thanks and love in my thoughts and wishes
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| To give and to ask, it’s a kind of peace
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| It’s a kind of peace, it’s a kind of peace, it’s a kind of peace
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| With the years doors have been locked and windows closed
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| And the things I’m sure I knew are no longer due
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| But I see comfort in my home, in my heart
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| To make a kind of peace, it’s a kind of peace
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| And above me if there is nothing and no one knew I really care
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| It’s just a now, a now I prefer, not the future and not the past
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| So put the chairs to one side and let us dance
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| It’s a strange kind of peace
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| It’s a kind of peace, it’s a strange kind of peace
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| It’s a kind of peace
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| Being here in the darkness, starless sky
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| It’s quieter than a church before the crowds arrive
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| And the world is mine and no one else sees
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| With my thanks and love in my thoughts and wishes
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| To give and to ask, it’s a kind of peace
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| It’s a kind of peace |