In the darkest of nights,
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The city of lights
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Will pour unto us.
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Creeping inside
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Through our sleepy eyes,
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Contagiously bright
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Like sunlight and rain
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Flooding through the veins
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Of wilted vines.
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But love travels like a rumor here,
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Losing form with every ear,
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A skeleton of something more.
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But waking seems an awful dream.
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We'll be waiting for the night,
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Waiting for the night
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To come and rescue us,
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Feet off the ground.
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Beaides, we're living in this house of cards
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That pulls and pushes with the air.
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Fearing a feather to the earth
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Could destroy it and us,
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Inside unaware!
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All we want is something more
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To dream about and to adore.
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All we need is a little place
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To close our eyes, to end this chase.
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The living are moving,
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Gracefully
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And painfully rushing ahead,
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While unraveling the most essential thread
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Of the fabric that covers us.
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We'll be waiting for the night,
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Waiting for the night
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To always come and rescue us,
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Feet off the ground,
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Our hearts become magnetized.
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The warmth of the sun
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Is melting the snowflakes
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Before they hit the ground
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A Skeleton Of Something More
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| Sleeping At Last |
