| Into this pitch darkness we’re hurled
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| Where there’s not a glimmer of light
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| It’s not the end of the world
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| It’s just the middle of the night
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| And the blackest of flags is unfurled
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| In all this absence of light
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| It’s not the end of the world good people
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| Merely the middle of the night
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| The middle of the night that’s what this is
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| If death is the real test this is just a quiz
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| When grey creeps through your window it will be day light
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| The end of this darkness is almost in sight
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| Into a ball of fear you are curled
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| And you’re holding on with all of your might
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| But it’s not the end of the world little sister
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| It’s just the middle of the night
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| In the maelstrom of your mind you are swirled
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| You’re almost down the drain but not quite
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| It’s not the end of the world my brother
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| Rather the middle of the night
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| The middle of the night when you fear everything
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| But the birds will awake soon you will hear them sing
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| You doubted you’d make it not sure you’d survive
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| Now you’re dead tired you’re still alive
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| Around fate’s fickle finger we’re twirled
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| Small wonder we’re all so up tight
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| But it’s not the end of the world good people
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| Merely the middle of the night
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| No it’s not the end of the world as we know it
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| It’s just the middle of the night |