| The sun is gone, and that’s all I really know
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| No angels in the air
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| With hearts as good as gold
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| The closer you stand to the gates
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| The more the gates are closed
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| These darkened days
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| Make somebody’s hunger and thirst
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| The blessed burns the sun
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| He’s throwin' shadows on the earth
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| The shadow you find at the gate
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| And all the gates are closed
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| Oh yeah
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| Anytime you find your race is run
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| Felt much colder standin' in the sun
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| Waitin' for some warmth and comin' down
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| Felt much older than I really was
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| Waitin' for some warmth and comin' down
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| The sun is gone, yeah that’s all I really know
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| No angels in the air
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| With hearts as good as gold
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| The closer you stand to the gates
|
| The more the gates are closed
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| Anytime you find your race is run
|
| Felt much colder standin' in the sun
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| Waitin' for some warmth and comin' down
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| Felt much older than I really was
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| Waitin' for some warmth and comin' down
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| Felt much older standin' in the sun'
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| Waitin' for some warmth and comin' down (repeat) |