| In a city after midnight
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| Neath the halo of a street light
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| Withered dreams die
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| As the blood dries
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| All the wounds we keep hidden from view
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| In the safety of this darkness
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| As it hides all, time has tarnished
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| The forbidden, unforgiven, are secure here where no one pursues
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| But the night fades away and gives way to the day
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| For what else is the night to do?
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| As the dark steps aside, with the hopes we confide
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| And never believes that the dreams we conceived
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| Would ever not, ever come true
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| Is life different, after midnight?
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| With its new dawn, and its new light
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| Inconsistent, and indifferent, to the things we were so sure we knew
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| As you stood there, in the night air
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| With such beauty, that the stars stare
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| From their distance, you are different
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| Like a dream that no one could refuse
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| But the night fades away
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| And gives way to the day
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| For what else is the night to do?
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| As the dark steps aside with the hopes we confide
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| And never believes that the dreams we conceived
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| Would ever not, ever come true
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| As you stand all alone at your station
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| What if God doesn’t know where you are?
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| As you send all your prayers for salvation
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| But afraid that they don’t go that far
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| So you wait all alone in your darkness
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| And there’s a train that drives on through the night
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| And if everyone’s on it except us
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| Will it return for that single life
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| In a city after midnight
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| Neath the halo of a street light… |