| Sometimes the night brings memories
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| Sometimes the night
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| Brings feelings you thought they are died
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| In some dusty, forgotten lost hall of your mind
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| Yes, sometimes the night…
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| This time a sea of ox-eyes
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| Painting the irises of white
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| Flooding my senses with light
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| Filling my forgotten halls with bright
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| Because the lanes of the night
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| Always lead to railways blind
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| Always lead to the most pointless rhymes
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| Rhymes of life that sometimes we must write
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| Take the hand that is given to you
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| Let yourself to this Sunday morning
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| We’re riding this shore to some-place beyond
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| So don’t ever believe we’d stop by
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| A thousand years we’ve got ahead of your eyes
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| A thousand years we’ve got ahead of your eyes
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| The further sight, always the farthest of sights
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| The farthest sight
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| Pride and might
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| We believe it’s Nothijngrad |