| All those days are gone
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| So she falls asleep every night just before dawn
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| And closes her eyes
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| As the sun starts to rise
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| 'Cause all of those days are gone
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| Sometimes she pretends
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| The sun it has finally begun to come to an end
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| Luminous nights
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| Of lonely streetlights
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| Sometimes she likes to pretend
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| She said that everybody wants to be here
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| Here where there’s no one else around
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| Pull down all the shades
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| And try to forget how all of the memories fade
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| Memories that bleed
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| A curtain bright red
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| Time to pull down the shades
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| All those days are gone
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| As far as the stars are away from the midday sun
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| Memories so bright
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| In a spinning twilight
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| But all of those days are gone
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| I’ll trade the moon for the sun
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| But this feeling for no one
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| She said that everybody wants to be here |