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In the night
There are demons swirling
There are fingers curling
themselves around some ghostly dream.
In the night
There are bodies swaying
There are people praying
for someone to take them home tonight.
In the day
We could see so far away
that we'd almost feel
that there's something real
out there after all.
But now the darkness comes
to search for the unlucky ones.
In the night
While her young child's sleeping
There's a mother weeping
in the back room of some crowded bar
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In the night
We ask shallow questions
Fifteen minute lessons
to tell me who the hell you are
In the day
She could climb the highest mountain
She could be the rock of ages
guiding all the tricky stages
of her little one
But now the darkness comes
to claim the unlucky ones.
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