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Are you one of mine who can sleep with one eye open wide?
Agonizing psychotic solitary hours to decide
Reaching for the light at the slightest noise from the floor
Now your hands perspire heart goes leaping at a knock from the door
In the dead of night
In the dead of night
Rich and powerful ascend complicated bends to be free
To indulge in what they will any jaded thrill or fanstasy
Shuttered windows that belie all the stifled cries from within
And prying eyes are blind to proceedings of the kind that begin
In the dead of night
In the dead of night
In the dead of night
In the dead of night
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Black clouds moving gray sky to thunder
Kinetic sunrise fever and blood
Fire and water element anger
Horizon melting to blood
By the light of day
By the light of day
Silent wheel advancing years
Power and glory growing fears
Love's a dream that some pretend
Accelerates an early end
By the light of day
By the light of day
By the light of day
By the light of day
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Don't tell me that the wages of sin are for real
The writing's on the wall – what's the score what's the deal?
No wonder we can't see through the wood to the trees
No perfume we design can ever veil the sickness on the breeze
By the light of day
In the dead of night
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Chasing rainbows for a lifetime
That left your girl like shadows from the sun
Run into traces
Of faces you thought you saw
But never seemed to mean much more
Than echoes of a day gone by
When someone else would have to try
To light the stars
In your sky
All the things you planned
Just sand castles washed away on tidal waves of tears
The fears overpowering
Your complex dreams just slither down
Drowning in rocky pools
Or smashed and dashed on peril's course
Divorcing prematurely thoughts of lasting love
In your life
Sometime when you've time to spare
Dreaming of missed opportunities
Spare a tear and douse your bridge (Burning)
Thirty years and on the ledge (Learning)
All the things you planned – fading
Thirty years in bed – waiting
All the things you planned – fading
Thirty years in bed – waiting
Chasing rainbows for a lifetime
That left your girl like shadows from the sun
Run into traces
Of faces you thought you saw
But never seemed to mean much more
Than echoes of a day gone by
When someone else would have to try
To light the stars
In your sky
Your dark sky
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Rip the sheets off, ice cold again
Wolf at the door
Can I stand
A dog's life here for one day more
Close my eyes, imagine somewhere
So far away
Silver sand
And azure Carribean Sea
Sick of solitary holidays
'Cause I never get away from here
I listen to the water drip down
Into the cell
Run amok
If I survive this living hell
Holed up in this cold calaboose
Captivity
Even takes
My lucid thoughts away from me
Time to kill – going nowhere
Killing time – staying where there's
Time to kill – going nowhere
Killing time – staying where there's...
Time to kill – going nowhere
Killing time – staying where there's
Time to kill – going nowhere
Killing time – staying where there's...
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Nevermore
The sights
Black forest
Cool moonlight
Blue shadows
Reflect
In windows
In direct
Oh to go
Down to Soho
There bold spirits don't sink so low
Gold amber
Of lights
Beer glasses
Misty nights
Oh to go
Down to Soho
Black tie, night out, hobo outright
Singles bars
Cruising shark cars
Soho neon glow
Nevermore...
When day is dawning
You wipe the sleep slowly from your eyes
Then you remember
Soho's neon disguise
Eyes reflect
In windows direct
Soho neon glow...
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Mental medication
Sweet music's conversation
Play for all creation here
Melody fair
Lost in contemplation
Drown'd in meditation
Need your inspiration near
When I'm alone
I remember
Truth is lasting
With the sun in your eyes
And a simple disguise
You fooled me
Strange how your calling is clear
From the sound of your voice
You don't give me no choice
You move me
Deep lies desire for your quick'ning fire
Well it's a hell of a ride
When your courage inside
Deserts you
Clear though the calling may be...
In a terrible way
You continue to say
You need me
Show me the way through your dark red door
Mental medication
Music's conversation
Need your inspiration near
Melody fair
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