| Silence fell like healing, as I turned to shout
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| «Won't somebody up there please help me out?»
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| There’s a dead end street around every corner I take
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| And the daylight displays my greatest mistakes
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| Hallucinations, body and soul
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| Each night I feel a little more less in control
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| She spoke of Whitman and the turnin' of the leaves
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| Lovers were made for nights like these
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| I’ve been waiting on the wonder, I dream does exist
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| They smile as I’m goin' under and claim I’ll be missed
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| One step away from paradise one step away from pain
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| The seeds of despair bloom into weeds of shame
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| I’ve seen a fallen rainbow in white and black
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| I can feel that restless shadow stickin' knives in my back
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| But there’s penance and passion, patience and peace
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| Lovers were made for nights like these
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| Now the cool majestic evening invites me to burn
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| I’ve been waitin' for tomorrow but tonight it’s my turn
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| Intoxicated by the banter that the bluebird sings
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| By the visions of forgiveness when those church bells ring
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| I’ve seen the face of evil, sometimes it looks like mine
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| I’ve confronted all my weaknesses, down on my knees
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| Lovers were made of nights like these
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| Dreamin' was made for nights like these
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| Salvation was made for nights like these
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| Forgiveness was made for nights like these
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| Lovers were made for nights like these |