| Outside the last remaining shadows of the day
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| Too vague to make out
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| De Chirico has packed his case and left
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| Abandoning his stakeout
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| Inside the music and the lights unite
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| To overpower the fading day
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| In here with you beside me, warm and dry and safe
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| My mind begins to stray
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| (I see reflections of what was and what could be
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| In dark and light they dance around me
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| Ambition, memories, fears, hope and fantasies)
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| Crucial words never said
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| All the good that you spread
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| Each a fragment of meaning to me
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| Who else amongst the dancing crowd
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| Can share the sense that we are falling
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| Above the sound who else can hear and see
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| The fates as they are calling
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| That vision is a blessing, is an error
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| Time can only sweep away
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| Insight is there to guide us
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| We ignore its message in our own display
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| (I see reflections of the people we could be
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| A million faces now surround me
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| Beloved, abandoned, fortunate, or refugee)
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| There were tears in the night
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| Summer days without end
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| Each a fragment of meaning to me
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| From the birth of a child
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| To the loss of a friend
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| Each a fragment of meaning to me
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| (Demons of the mind
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| Demons of the mind
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| Demons of the mind
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| Demons of the mind
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| Demons of the mind
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| Demons of the mind)
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| (I see reflections of what was and what could be
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| In dark and light they dance around me
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| Ambition, memories, fears, hope, and fantasies)
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| Crucial words never said
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| All the good that you spread
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| Each a fragment of meaning to me
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| All the tears that you weep
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| All the love that you keep
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| Just a piece of the meaning to me
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| Crucial words never said
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| All the love that you spread
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| Each a fragment of meaning to me
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| The confusion and pain
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| The contentment again
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| Just a piece of the meaning to me. |