| When society has crumbled
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| And everything is gone
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| And the cars are all rusted away
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| And there ain’t no more money
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| And there’s nothing to buy
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| And all that we have is the day
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| When the world becomes silent
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| No planes in the air
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| When the voices just gather to sing
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| When the guns are the fence posts
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| The cars are the doghouse
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| And the telephones no longer ring
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| What, what of the night
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| With no electrical light
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| So what then?
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| You, you and the candles
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| Will be all that I need
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| Your face bathed in the firelight
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| Will be all I want to see
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| And i’ll still sing you a song
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| That will last the whole night long
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| You, you and the candles
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| When the grocery stores are hollow inside
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| And the airports are filled with a breeze
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| After the anarchy finally subsides
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| When you reckon with how it will be
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| When empires are humbled
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| Before the eyes of the people
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| And the truth will be like a parade
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| When industry’s fallen
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| We’ll make our own clothes now
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| And gifts of our hands rise again
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| And what, what of the night
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| With no electrical light
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| So what then?
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| You, you and the candles
|
| Will be all that I need
|
| Your face bathed in the firelight
|
| Will be all I want to see
|
| And i’ll still sing you a song
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| That will last the whole night long
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| You, you and the candles
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| In a waste paper basket
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| The timing’s fantastic
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| For lovers to mean what they say
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| And a night lit in candles
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| On stained wooden mantles
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| Keep us safe 'til the night
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| Turns to day
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| You, you and the storm clouds
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| And the puddles at our feet
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| The lightning cuts through the heavens
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| And light you so briefly
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| And i’ll still write you a song
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| To last the whole night long
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| You, you and the candles
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| You, you and the candles |