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In the gloaming, the darkening
Morpheus whispers his sweet lullaby
Silent prayers are mouthed
Send him home safely, I'll be good
Three, the loneliest hour
For cowards, fools and me
Why can't we be
Why can't we be
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Gentle and keen
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From the blood plains, to the high street
Where does the boy go, that becomes the man?
Inward grieving, outward seething
Self deceiving, human
Three, the loneliest hour
Uncovers the child in us all
Why can't we be
Why can't we be
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