| Can’t stop this aching inside my heart
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| Can’t stop this feeling that’s tearing me apart
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| It’s been with me ever since the day I was born
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| And it’ll be with me on the last day of dawn
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| Can’t stop the sun from setting in the West
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| Can’t stop this pressure inside my chest
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| It’s been with me ever since the day I was born
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| And it’ll be with me on the last day of dawn
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| On the last day of dawn, when the world is no more
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| And the last tiny pigeon’s been swept off the floor
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| And nobody’s calling out loud in their sleep, yeah
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| 'Cause the midnight entanglers thrown 'em all in a heap, alright now
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| Can’t stop this aching inside my heart
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| Can’t stop this feeling that’s tearing me apart
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| It’s been with me ever since the day I was born
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| And it’ll be with me on the last day of dawn
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| Can’t stop the sun from setting in the West
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| Can’t stop this pressure inside my chest
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| And just like the singer when the curtain’s been drawn
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| I’ll fade in the shadows on the last day of dawn
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| On the last day of dawn, when the world is no more
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| And the last tiny pigeon’s been swept off the floor
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| And nobody’s calling out loud in their sleep
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| 'Cause the midnight entanglers thrown 'em all in a heap
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| Can’t stop this aching
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| Can’t stop this aching
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| Can’t stop this aching
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| Oh |