| When all the numbers swim together
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| And all the shadows settle
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| When doors forced open shut again
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| A flytrap and a petal
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| My eyes burn and claws rush to fill them
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| And in the morning, after the night
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| I fall in love with the light
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| It is so clear, I realize
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| That here at last I have my eyes
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| When all the figures sound retreat
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| The soft skin starts to shrivel
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| When dreams made real become less sweet
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| The orchid and the metal
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| My sex turns and claws rush to spill them
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| But in the morning, after the night
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| I fall in love with the light
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| It is so pure, I can arrive
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| Without the fear of secret lies
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| When all the characters full-size
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| And every moon is level
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| When all the spirits burn in lies
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| The center pierced by steel
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| My eyes burn and claws rush to fill them
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| But in the morning, after the night
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| I fall in love with the light
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| It is so clear, I realize
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| And now at last I have my eyes
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| And in the morning after the night
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| I fall in love with the light
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| It is so clear, I realize
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| And now at last I have my eyes
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| And in the morning after the night
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| I fall in love with the light |