| When the night is over and your thoughts are all a mess
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| In bits and pieces of things you’d rather soon forget
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| When the night is over
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| But the night it never ends
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| Would it be romantic if the stars? |
| were to gravitations?
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| The flaming arrows at targets painted on a? |
| ???
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| Just before the night is over we’ll come to play the?
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| People, the night is over
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| You’re gonna? |
| of what you get
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| But the night it never ends
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| The night it never ends
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| And the night it never ends
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| No, the night it never ends
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| ? |
| but death can hear you whispering to the night
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| To the night
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| To the night
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| To the night
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| People, the night is over
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| People, the night seizes
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| People, the night is over
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| Over, the night is before
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| The night is over
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| Your thoughts are all a? |
| wreck?
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| The bits and the pieces that you’d rather soon forget
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| You cannot remember them
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| Just before the night is over we’ll come to? |
| be?
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| Sing and pledge our legions to the night
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| To the night
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| And the night it never ends
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| No, the night it never ends
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| People, the night is over
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| People, the night seizes
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| People, the night is over
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| Over, the night is before |