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Daylight turns to moonlight - and I'm at my best |
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Praising the way it all works - gazing upon the rest |
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The cool before the warm |
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The calm after the storm |
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I wish to stay forever - letting this be my food |
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But I'm caught up in a whirlwind and my ever changing moods |
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Bitter turns to sugar - some call a passive tune |
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But the day things turn sweet - for me won't be too soon |
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The hush before the silence |
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The winds after the blast |
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I wish we'd move together - this time the bosses sued |
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But we're caught up in the wilderness and an ever changing mood |
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Teardrops turn to children - who've never had the time |
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To commit the sins they pay for through - another's evil mind |
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The love after the hate |
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The love we leave too late |
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I wish we'd wake up one day - an' everyone feel moved |
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But we're caught up in the dailies and an ever changing mood |
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Evil turns to statues - and masses form a line |
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But I know which way I'd run to if the choice was mine |
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The past is knowledge - the present our mistake |
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And the future we always leave too late |
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I wish we'd come to our senses and see there is no truth |
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In those who promote the confusion for this ever changing mood |
