| In the shadow of the night I hear you calling out my name
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| Never heard your voice before, yet it sounds the same
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| As I had imagined it on a thousand nights before
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| Never thought you’d come for me, lost forevermore
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| But I can hear you calling, calling me home
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| I can hear you calling, calling me home
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| I can feel the pounding of his heart within my breast
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| Ever beating, ever drumming, it never seems to rest
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| It drives me on, leads me where my other senses fail
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| Leads me down this road to you, lit with moonlight pale
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| And I can hear you calling, calling me home
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| I can hear you calling, calling me home
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| As I approach the clearing, I recognize this place
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| And you with the heavens, shining in your face
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| A spirit strong and gentle, I ache to hold you in my arms
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| I feel as I have fallen under some forgotten charm
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| And I can hear you calling, calling me home
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| I can hear you calling, calling me home
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| Vapor in the midnight air, a vision there you stand
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| A broadsword and an eagle feather in your hands
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| I know not of me body quakes with passion or with fear
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| But as I reach my arms to you, you disappear
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| But I can hear you calling, calling me home
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| I can hear you calling, calling me home
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| Awake I sit bolt upright, I’m safe within my bed
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| The power of your calling still echoes in my head
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| Who or what you are, I guess I’ll never really know
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| But every time you come for me, I’ll go I can hear you calling, calling me home |