| Daylight turns to moonlight — and I’m at my best
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| Praising the way it all works — gazing upon the rest
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| The cool before the warm
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| The calm after the storm
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| I wish to stay forever — letting this be my food
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| But I’m caught up in a whirlwind and my ever changing moods
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| Bitter turns to sugar — some call a passive tune
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| But the day things turn sweet — for me won’t be too soon
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| The hush before the silence
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| The winds after the blast
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| I wish we’d move together — this time the bosses sued
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| But we’re caught up in the wilderness and an ever changing mood
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| Teardrops turn to children — who’ve never had the time
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| To commit the sins they pay for through — another’s evil mind
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| The love after the hate
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| The love we leave too late
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| I wish we’d wake up one day — an' everyone feel moved
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| But we’re caught up in the dailies and an ever changing mood
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| Evil turns to statues — and masses form a line
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| But I know which way I’d run to if the choice was mine
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| The past is knowledge — the present our mistake
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| And the future we always leave too late
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| I wish we’d come to our senses and see there is no truth
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| In those who promote the confusion for this ever changing mood |