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    Rising Moon
    Like a blow upon a bruise
    Cold and cruel in the stillness of your room
    So quiet, and it never seems to end
    When will the axis turn and let you live again?

    Hard to see at first, morning sky will glow
    Like a field is burned so new life can grow

    Can you guess or remember how it feels
    To be bold, to be reckless, to be free?
    To walk with the lightness of a dream?
    What if you are not the man you wish that you had been?

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    However black the hole we make
    She brings her song, she finds a way
    Indifferent to all we’ve done
    With graceful hands sunrise will come

    Sunrise, sunrise, sunrise, sunrise
    Sunrise, sunrise, sunrise, sunrise
    Sunrise, sunrise, sunrise, sunrise
    Sunrise, sunrise, sunrise, sunrise

    Just know that you’ve still got time to mend
    Time to heal, to love again
    Time to call and say those things
    Time to lay the past to rest

    Sunrise, sunrise, sunrise, sunrise
    Sunrise, sunrise, sunrise, sunrise
    Sunrise, sunrise, sunrise, sunrise

    Walk, feel the dew beneath your feet
    Life is here

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    Composition: Tim Rice-Oxley and Jesse Quin

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