| Spare a little candle, save some light for me
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| Figures up ahead moving in the trees
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| White skin in linen
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| Perfume on my wrist
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| And the full moon that hangs over these dreams in the mist
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| Darkness on the edge, shadows where I stand
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| I search for the time on a watch with no hands
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| I want to see you clearly, come closer to this
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| But all I remember are the dreams in the mist
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| These dreams go on when I close my eyes
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| Every second of the night, I live another life
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| These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside
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| Every moment I’m awake, the further I’m away
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| Is it cloak and dagger, could it be Spring or Fall?
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| I Walk without a cut through a stained-glass wall
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| Weaker in my eyesight, a candle in my grip
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| And words that have no form are falling from my lips
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| These dreams go on when I close my eyes
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| Every second of the night, I live another life
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| These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside
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| Every moment I’m awake, the further I’m away
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| BRIDGE:
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| There’s something out there I can’t resist. |
| I need to
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| Hide away from the pain
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| There’s something out there I can’t resist
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| The sweetest song is silence that I’ve ever heard
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| Funny how your feet in dreams never touch the Earth
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| In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss
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| But the Prince hides his face from dreams in the mist |