| The air to Wind transforms the path
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| From where he’s been to where he’s going
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| Brought beyond his conscious fear
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| His love becomes familiar knowing
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| While throughout the day
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| Of which the innocence was cast away
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| In time the seed of living
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| Shows itself another way
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| As life begins to make the offers
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| Among the streets and guides of spirit
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| He’s mesmerized by all the choice
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| There flows a voice yet he doesn’t hear it
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| And all the while this time
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| Surrender to the decadence sublime
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| Laughter in the form of echoes
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| Lead him to another crime
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| Travels to the Night
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| He travels to the Night
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| So you think you’ve got it good now
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| Sitting pretty with your new found habit
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| Getting older chasing all your rabbits
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| Into the nocturnal skin
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| Let temptation suck you further in
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| The wall to crawl is all you have to do
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| The rest is up to you
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| Travels to the night
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| He’s traveling
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| He travels to the night
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| Anytime, anywhere
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| It wasn’t right this time
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| This time, this time, this time
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| He travels to the night |