| This light at the end of the day
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| When even the highways seem still
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| The map in my hands folded shut
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| There isn’t one magical word
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| But a carnival of them instead
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| Like an old silent cinema screen
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| And in this light you are framed classically
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| Just a painting that hangs in my head
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| That I know like the back of my hand
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| With the sunset the neon awakes
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| And the cold colours dance on your skin
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| And finally the modern makes sense… to me
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| You’re effortless you know you are and all I want to do
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| Is let you lead me off into the dusk
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| Our shadows kiss before we do and right here in the dark
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| I revel in the calm before the storm
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| The garden is haunted by us
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| And every mistake that we’ve made
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| Is at peace cause it lead us both here
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| The thought that just burns into me
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| Of you in the ink of the night
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| Is the breathtaking danger of you
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| You’re effortless you know you are and all I want to do
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| Is let you lead me off into the dusk
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| Our shadows kiss before we do and right here in the dark
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| I revel in the calm before the storm
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| This is life, this is all I want from life
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| It’s the fervour and the tenderness combined
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| In the dark, in the ever-falling dark
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| We are anchorless adrift but barely notice |