| I was driving in a taxi on an empty highway,
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| One on one with you.
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| And the taxi driver muttered, neither to you nor to me,
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| About spare parts and about gasoline.
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| He only turned on the low beam
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| And I saw one nonsense.
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| He did not see that the night highway
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| It rests directly on the star.
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| Losing.
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| The address was simple and clear -
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| A barn abandoned in a field.
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| Red wine and white bread
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| They are for you, they are for you
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| Hey, born on this night,
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| Born on this night
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| Born on this night
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| Born on this night.
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| The one who gives us light
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| The one who gives us darkness.
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| And will never give us an answer
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| To a simple question - Why?
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| The one who gives us life
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| The one who gives us death.
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| Who wrote us all like a story
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| And sealed it in a white envelope.
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| Losing.
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| I rode in a taxi and from the white fields
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| Sparkling steam rose
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| Like the breath of all sleeping under this star,
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| Children and married couples.
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| Born on this night
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| Born on this night
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| Born on this night
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| Born on this night.
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| And I laughed with happiness,
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| That this world cannot be taken away from me.
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| I poured the wine and shared the bread,
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| So that everyone remembers, everyone remembers
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| Who was born on this night
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| Who was born on this night
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| Who was born on this night
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| Who was born on this night.
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| The one who gives us light
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| The one who gives us darkness.
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| And will never give us an answer
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| To a simple question - Why?
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| The one who gives us life
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| The one who gives us death.
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| Who wrote us all like a story
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| And sealed it in a white envelope. |