| Something magic being born
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| When the world is torn apart
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| By the beating of a heart
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| Like a dam about to burst
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| Like a drunkard’s crazy thirst
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| In the centre of the storm
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| Something magic being born
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| It’s the dark hours of the soul
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| When the nightmares take their toll
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| When the shadows come to mock
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| Against the ticking of the clock
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| When the demons of the night
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| Come like vultures for their bite
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| In the dark hours of the soul
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| When the nightmares take their toll
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| It’s the dawning of the day
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| Night-time's panic swept away
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| When the clouds which seemed so dark
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| Are exchanged for morning’s lark
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| When the stars which burnt so bright
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| Are exchanged for morning light
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| In the dawning of the day
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| Nightime’s panic swept away |