| Love where you hiding? |
| The roads are all closed
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| Love where you hiding? |
| There is no one
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| Who knows where you go to, when you close your eyes
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| Cold hands in your pockets old clothes are
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| Disguising your weaknesses, this hard moon of stone
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| Oh love where are you hiding? |
| Don’t cry
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| Don’t go from the sun
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| Welcome the sun
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| Welcome the sun
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| Welcome the sun
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| Oh this unenlightened shift of tender gears
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| Seeds the scenes of laughter, they sew her
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| Tears in the shadows brings lone relief
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| A candle in the valley, there is no
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| Shivering mountain, no cliff haunted crows
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| A spark lights the beacon, I hear of you
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| As you go, to the sun
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| Welcome the sun
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| Welcome the sun
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| Welcome the sun
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| Voices from the alley, in whispered mystery tones
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| Boxes with the names of everyone
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| You owe your allegiance to, gave fealty on your knees
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| Broken arrow promises, there’s no one here
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| You need to belong to, not owning all you eye
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| A sparkle in the fingers you, show your hands
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| To the sky, to the sun
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| Welcome the sun
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| Welcome the sun
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| Welcome the sun
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| You show your hands to the sky
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| To the sun
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| Welcome the sun
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| Welcome the sun
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| Welcome the sun. |