| We have no image
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| We’re just called, «The good friends»
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| We call the madmen back
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| As they fly to the ant hills
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| We never know, we never know
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| We sleep in satin nights
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| Throwing energy like bluebirds
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| In twilight
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| In twilight
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| Twilight
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| Twilight
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| Twilight
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| Twilight
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| Twilight
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| Twilight
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| Twilight
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| We have no image
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| We’re just called, «The good friends»
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| We call the madmen back
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| As they fly to the ant hills
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| We never know, we never know
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| We sleep in satin nights
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| Throwing energy like bluebirds
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| In twilight
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| In twilight
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| In twilight
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| We call to stillness
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| As we kiss the water king’s hand
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| We hear the one same name
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| As the darker the land gets
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| We never know, we never know
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| We’re fueling for the light
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| Cascading like the rain
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| In twilight
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| Waiting for you, you look so close
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| We walk a thousand stairs
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| Aching for your hand
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| Our love a distant voice
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| We have no image
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| We are light
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| We are not asking
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| No favors from the dead
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| We wash with moonlit hands
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| On the shores of our island
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| We never know, we never know
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| We sleep in satin nights
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| Throwing energy in silver curves
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| In twilight
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| Cascading like the rain in twilight
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| We have no image
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| We’re just called, «The good friends»
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| We call the madmen back
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| As they fly |