| Again and again they blend into one, my
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| Father the morning pushes through my moonlight love, so what’s sleep
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| (Sleep)
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| Sleep
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| (Whoa)
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| I’m tired, so tired, so tired
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| But it seems that there’s someone here with me
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| We are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| We are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| A story at three with the shrillest of cries, my
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| Mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes, so what’s sleep
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| (Sleep)
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| Sleep
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| (Whoa)
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| I’m tired, so tired, so tired
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| But it seems that there’s someone here with me
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| We are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| We are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| We are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| We are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (The deathless ones)
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| I hear the mourning choir
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| Sing to me
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| Their elegy
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| I hear the mourning choir
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| Sing to me
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| Their elegy
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| (Sing to me)
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| I hear the mourning choir
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| (So beautiful)
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| (Sing to me)
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| Their elegy
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| (Beauty)
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| (Sing to me)
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| I hear the mourning choir
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| (Ah, they sing to me)
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| (Sing to me)
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| Their elegy
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| (Requiem)
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| I hear the mourning choir
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| Sing to me
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| Their elegy
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| We are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| We are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| We are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| We are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we’re awating
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| (The deathless ones) |