| The city streets are empty now
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| (The lights don’t shine no more)
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| And so the songs are way down low
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| Turning, turning, turning
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| A sound that flows into my mind
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| (The echoes of the daylight)
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| Of ev’rything that is alive in my blue world
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| I turn to stone when you are gone
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| I turn to stone, turn to stone
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| When you comin' home
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| I can’t go on The dying embers of the night
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| (Are fire that slowly fades to dawn)
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| Still glow upon the wall so bright
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| Burning, burning, burning
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| The tired streets that hide away
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| (From here to ev’rywhere they go)
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| Roll past my door into the day
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| In my blue world
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| I turn to stone when you are gone
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| I turn to stone, turn to stone
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| When you comin' home
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| I can’t go on Turn to stone when you are gone
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| I turn to stone
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| Yes I’m turning to stone
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| 'Cause you ain’t comin' home
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| If I’m turning to stone
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| You’ve been gone for so long
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| And I can’t carry on Yes I’m turning, I'm turning
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| I’m turning to stone
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| The dancing shadows on the wall
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| (The two step in the hall)
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| Are all I see since you’ve been gone
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| Turning, turning, turning through all
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| I sit here and I wait
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| (I turn to stone, I turn to stone)
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| You will return again some day
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| To my blue world
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| Turn to stone when you are gone
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| I turn to stone |