| And a cool, cool rain comes down
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| On a world burned by the sun
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| And the moon arises like a child
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| And the moment is undone
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| And the stars never say what they see
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| As the moon flirts with shadows it makes
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| Through the fallen trees
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| Some would wait for the morning light
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| But I fall asleep 'til I’m safe
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| In the arms of night
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| Let the darkness roll in
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| Let it wipe the light away
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| In the distance
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| Always calling
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| Morpheus
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| He beckons play
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| Still the morning is pre-ordained
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| But I believe light is the source of all of our pain
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| It reveals our smallest sins
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| But dark covers all and will always take you
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| Armed and gunning
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| I’ve been running
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| Always just before the day
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| In the distance
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| Day is dawning
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| But I’m already miles away
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| In the night there’s wonder
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| Always there for you to see
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| In the light of morning
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| Visions fade
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| And dreams can flee
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| With the darkness the night forgives
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| Covers our scars and lets
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| The lost souls live
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| And the morning’s a distant fear
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| But if we move fast they’ll never find us
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| Armed and gunning
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| I’ve been running
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| Through a world that’s in decay
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| Let them thunder stare and wonder
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| Cause I’m already miles away
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| And the rain comes down
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| I really want to know
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| What you had in store
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| I couldn’t really tell
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| Perhaps it’s just as well
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| I came here with a dream
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| And I just had to see
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| If my dream would soar
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| I knocked on every door
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| His whole life was written
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| Written there inside
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| The new weekly bible
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| His modern T.V. Guide
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| Every night he stares back at the screen, yeah
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| A man only sees want he wants to see
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| When he’s in his mind
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| Where he is that he wants to be
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| Living in a world where he’s safe from reality
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| Won’t you take a chance on this night
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| And follow me
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| Won’t you follow me (repeat)
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| Don’t need no super heros
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| Don’t need no movie stars
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| Don’t need no politicians
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| In big black shiny cars
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| Don’t need no preacher
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| Whose church is my T. V
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| A man only sees what he wants to see
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| When he’s in his mind
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| Where he is what he wants to be
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| Living in a world where he’s safe from reality
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| Won’t you take a chance on this night child
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| And follow me
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| Won’t you follow me (repeat)
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| Once was a broken hero
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| The kind that we all know
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| The kind that hides inside us
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| For we never show
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| The kind we say that could never be me
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| His whole life was written
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| Written there inside
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| The new weekly bible
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| His modern T.V. Guide
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| Stare back at the screen, yeah yeah
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| A man only sees want he wants to see |