| Summer nights in windows frame the moon on your face
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| And when the night confines you in a desireless embrace.
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| Then, if you don’t believe it all the magic is dead
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| And what becomes of little boys who’re lost inside their head?
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| Well, if you don’t receive the message
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| Then you’ll know that I have failed
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| The answer, in all honesty, is constantly in change
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| The beauty in a desert dawn
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| The comedy of rain
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| Your will is gone, dreams will erase
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| You’re hanging on by your fingernails
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| Will someone bring me back again
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| Night never needs a reason
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| The arrogance of love will always know
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| That when you close your eyes
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| The truth is shown and born
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| To fall in love is such a dream
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| It flies, to where it flies no one sees
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| The darkest stone conceals a vein of gold
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| Detest me when I’m running late
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| A kiss of endings, kiss of hate
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| So what becomes of all of those
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| Who run away from home
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| Your world keeps getting bigger
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| And you’re on your own
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| Home to no one. |
| You’re nowhere
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| The sandman takes you there
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| You’ll be sleeping on the pillow where
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| night becomes her hair
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| climbing through the button hole
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| and falling up the stairs
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| So go on now, sweet prince and let me lead you on Close your eyes blindly look at the sun
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| You fall below the silver screen
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| Of knowledge it’s a perfect dream
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| Rubicon’s old bridges burn
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| You turn, they are ablaze
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| The great divine getting bigger
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| tears sting your face
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| You’ll be sleeping on the other side
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| where a smile becomes your fear
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| Ladders lean against the wall
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| the well water is clear
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| Kiss it and make it better… |