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In a city after midnight' |
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Neath the halo of a street light |
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Where the dreams die, as the blood dries |
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On the wounds we keep hidden from view |
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In the safety of this darkness |
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As it hides all time has tarnished |
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The forbidden, unforgiven |
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Are secure here where no one pursues |
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But the night fades away and gives way to the day |
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For what else is the night to do? |
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As the dark steps aside with the hopes we confide |
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And never believe that the dreams we conceived |
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Would ever, not ever come true |
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Is life different after midnight |
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With its new dawn and its new lights? |
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Inconsistent and indifferent |
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To the things we were so sure we knew |
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As you stood there in the night air |
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With such beauty that the stars stared |
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From their distance you were different |
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Like a dream that no one could refuse |
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But the night fades away and gives way to the day |
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For what else is the night to do? |
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As the dark steps aside with the hopes we confide |
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And never believe that the dreams we conceived |
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Would ever, not ever come true |
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As you stand all alone at your station |
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What if God doesn't know where you are? |
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As you send out your prayers for salvation |
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But afraid that they don't go that far |
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So you wait all alone in your darkness |
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There's a train that drives on through the night |
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And if everyone's on it except us |
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Would it return for that single life? |
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In a city after midnight' |
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Neath the halo of a street light |
