| Each day, when I awake, I’m longing for the night-time*
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| When darkness covers all the pain and horror we create
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| Each night, when I’m asleep, I’m dreaming of a new day
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| Dawn’s rising sun reveals the surroundings we create
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| Watching the sun go down and close my eyes to dream
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| I slip away — this dark blackened theme
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| Is it you, are you there? |
| You never gave an answer
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| Too tired to explain. |
| Don’t you even give a care?
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| Each time, when I recall, I’m feeling so much stronger
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| There’s no one else to blame. |
| I’ll find the answers my own way
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| Watching the sun go down and close my eyes to dream
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| I slip away — this dark blackened theme
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| A cold place — unsheltered — of bodies weak and half dead
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| Crossing the borderline
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| Infinity’s calling
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| The curtain — of the night — divides in choosing one side
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| I’m feeling free to leave
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| Infinity’s call
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| Watching the sun go down and close my eyes to dream
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| I slip away — this dark blackened theme
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| A cold place — unsheltered — of bodies weak and half dead
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| Crossing the borderline
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| Infinity’s calling
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| The curtain — of the night — divides in choosing one side
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| I’m feeling free to leave
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| Infinity’s call |