| In the still of the night, in the world’s ancient light
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| Where wisdom grows up in strife
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| My bewildering brain, toils in vain
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| Through the darkness on the pathways of life
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| Each invisible prayer is like a cloud in the air
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| Tomorrow keeps turning around
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| We live and we die, we know not why
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| But I’ll be with you when the deal goes down
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| We eat and we drink, we feel and we think
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| Far down the street we stray
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| I laugh and I cry and I’m haunted by
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| Things I never meant nor wished to say
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| The midnight rain follows the train
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| We all wear the same thorny crown
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| Soul to soul, our shadows roll
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| And I’ll be with you when the deal goes down
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| Well, the moon gives light and it shines by night
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| When I scarcely feel the glow
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| We learn to live and then we forgive
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| O’r the road we’re bound to go
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| More frailer than the flowers, these precious hours
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| That keep us so tightly bound
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| You come to my eyes like a vision from the skies
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| And I’ll be with you when the deal goes down
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| Well, I picked up a rose and it poked through my clothes
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| I followed the winding stream
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| I heard the deafening noise, I felt transient joys
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| I know they’re not what they seem
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| In this earthly domain, full of disappointment and pain
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| You’ll never see me frown
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| I owe my heart to you, and that’s sayin' it true
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| And I’ll be with you when the deal goes down |