| Remember the song of the morning
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| Remember how good it could be
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| Remember what you always wanted
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| The world and some way to be free
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| Thunder at midnight rattles the glass
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| Reminders in lightning: all things shall pass
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| Forget it and whisper in sweet harmony
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| The rapture of wind in a storm out at sea
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| Look away, away
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| Look away, away
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| The hole in the pocket, the rip in the sleeve
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| All are the reasons we seek to believe
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| That something must come of the loss and the pain
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| Faith may be madness but doubt is insane
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| One of these nights when opportunity
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| Beats on the door like the drum of the moon
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| Break free of the moment, rear back and leap
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| Roll like the wind on the face of the deep
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| Look away, away
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| Look away, away
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| Remember the song of the evening
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| Remember how sad it could be
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| The fear that rose with the thin crescent moon
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| That we might never be free
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| Fear dies away with the morning
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| Sunlight dissolves it to mist
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| Leaving as some kind of warning
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| The dark hand of faith to be kissed
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| Look away, away
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| Look away, away
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| This is the hand that was spoken about
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| In the deep heart of music without any doubt
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| They call it forever, they call it a day
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| It’s neither of those — it just feels that way
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| With you by my side and the child of our love
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| Ride on the waves while the stars shine above
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| Ride on the stars while the waves crash below
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| Loving each other — away we will go
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| Look away, away
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| Look away, away
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| Look away, away
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| Look away, away |