| There is something in the air tonight
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| I feel with every breath a wind that’s gentle yet cold
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| I lift my eyes to towards the light
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| Celestial bodies set in motions relentless and old
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| The hunter’s moon is rising to illuminate the trees
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| Amber fire burning all that I can see
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| Stalking the horizons close as ever it could be
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| Sending shivers through the autumn leaves
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| And have we not since ancient times intently met His gaze
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| And have we never wondered what He might have to say
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| Mesmerized by every line upon His placid face
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| Cursing the arrival of the coming day
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| And I will miss you endlessly although you’re coming back to me
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| I only there was something I could do to make you see
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| And never will I ever leave Thy side
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| And I would lie if I ever would say the sun as bright as you could shine
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| Lunacy rising
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| Drawn from below
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| At your command Angel of Light
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| Lunacy rising
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| Now I am yours
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| So take my hand
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| Guardian of the night
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| Ignorance turns into clarity, now I can see
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| Periodic and patiently longing for each perigee
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| My master is quietly watching, awaiting the time
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| The final rebellion; |
| the self-righteous brother must die
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| Pulling the mountains, exposing the cracks of the Earth
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| Pushing the oceans ashore as if cleansing the world
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| Be that my mission, O Master, I’d gladly obey
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| I’ll follow you every command to the end of my days
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| Why can’t they see the ways of Thee?
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| Oh, lunacy it’s just you and me
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| Cries in the night in the absence of light I’m alone
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| Chained in my cell I am trapped in this hell down bellow
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| Have I gone blind? |
| If but only a sign you could show
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| Master, O Master! |
| This can’t be the last of your glow!
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| No!
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| Why can’t I see the ways of Thee?
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| Oh, lunacy what’s left of me |