| Light
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| Blistering, so bright
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| Re-align my core
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| Lenses open wide
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| Coming into form
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| The imprint of a life
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| Too late you’re calling out my name
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| To raise me up out of my grave
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| Alive in memory I’ll stay
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| If you shun these waters where I lay
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| Night
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| Curtains coming down
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| Into the shade I stray
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| Losing all I’ve found
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| To my own dismay
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| My season has come to an end
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| Too late you’re calling out my name
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| To raise me up out of my grave
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| Alive in memory I’ll stay
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| If you shun these waters where I lay
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| Leave me to rest
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| Too drained to rise
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| To try to detect
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| Any light at the end of the tunnel…
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| Too late… |