| Quiet nights unweighted
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| By a constant hum
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| Currents heavy from
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| The air that falls asleep
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| And hangs its dreams
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| From the moon
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| Listen you’ll hear it whisper
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| I can see as much in the dark
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| Underneath the blanket of stars
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| As I can in dazzling sun
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| I’m outside I’m in love
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| I didn’t notice that I was
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| Starting to feel
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| Home in the country
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| Changing what I’m making real
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| Early clouds
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| I can feel
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| On my fingertips
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| Coming through the mist
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| The light is soft
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| And white
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| Gentle on my
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| Tired eyes
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| Like a lover waking you up
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| I can see as much in the dark
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| Underneath the blanket of stars
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| As I can in dazzling sun
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| I’m outside I’m in love
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| I didn’t notice that I was
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| Starting to feel
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| Home in the country
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| Changing what I’m making real
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| Early and quiet
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| Sitting in the still of the morning
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| Slow like the heat of the day
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| I remember to breathe in
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| And thank everything
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| I can see as much in the dark
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| Underneath the blanket of stars
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| As I can in dazzling sun
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| I’m outside I’m in love
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| I didn’t notice that I was
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| Starting to feel
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| Home in the country
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| Changing what I’m making real |