| The call of the night came and we called it a day
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| The howling at midnight had called me away
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| Out in the moonlight on a half-bended knee
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| I said, «O now, cousin, Hej, what’s happened to me.»
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| All of the colors I couldn’t believe
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| I called out, «Now, cousin, «Hej, are you foolin' with me?»
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| All of the pleasures now avoiding me
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| All the music now boring to me
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| Oh it’s unbearable then
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| To find you feeling so terrible, friend
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| I know you were chasing it, ah well you had to have been
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| So holy and wasted, like a prayer in the wind
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| Out of my shoes I stepped clear of the trees
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| Out on the dunes among the towering reeds
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| Out in the blue we both bowed in the breeze
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| All the music now all now foreign to me
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| Oh it’s unbearable then
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| To find you feeling so terrible, friend
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| To know you were chasing it, ah well you had to have been
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| So holy and wasted, like a prayer in the wind
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| All holy and wasted
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| Just a prayer in the wind |