I know its late and I should go to bed
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But I can't tear away from the night
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It holds the seed of a memory
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It's true of you
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When I first saw you I realised
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The fire burned deep behind your eyes
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I knew a kiss would paralyse
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It's true from you
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Awake in the night to whisper your name
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Only silence replies, its answer a sleeping refrain
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The moments die but memory stays
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Love like a carnival runaway ride
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We spin and we climb
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To where once sirens cried
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And then sometimes angels can be devils too
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It's true of you, it's true of you
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When shadows no longer fall
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And footsteps can't be heard at all
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I hear the ghost of a call
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It's true from you
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Awake in the night to whisper your name
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Only silence replies its answer a sleeping refrain
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The moments die but memory stays
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Reaching for something thats just out of reach
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Lost to your lips and drowned in your kiss
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The tide of your passion is now but a dream
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It's but a dream
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Sanctum Santorum
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The Damned |