| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| How could I call anything a stone
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| And why would I believe that we can ever be alone
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| How are you even here, tell me how’d steal your ears
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| Was it pain, was it fun, was it something I have yet to perceive
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| I may have met god in a dream several times
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| But always in a dark room
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| No words, no sound except the breath
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| Of something greater than me
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| And if I ever woke I turned the story to a song or a joke
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| Did I listen for a heart, did i embrace any soul
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light
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| All colours of the night turn every darkness into light |