| Is it the constancy of change
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| Or this change in constancy
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| And there’s a trial always on
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| And I can never see the judge’s face
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| But I’m not haunted by the darkness anymore
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| I’m on my seventh life by now, but who is keeping score
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| The coals are still alive because the winds, they come and go
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| It’s getting harder now to die
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| There’s a candle burning bright
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| In the window across the road
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| There’s a whole world in rotation, son
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| And the moon is embarrassed still
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| But she still shines on
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| And there is madness in her eyes
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| Each year, a song for the undeserving tides
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| And it goes on and on
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| I’m under the bridge again
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| And the highway is quiet now
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| I wait for the trucks to pass me by
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| Just to feel the vibrations
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| But I’m not haunted by the darkness anymore
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| I’m on my seventh life by now, but who is keeping score
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| The coals are still alive because the winds, they come and go
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| It’s getting harder now to die
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| And the color of the headlights
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| Bring perspective on the night
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| See I’m just waiting for something to happen here
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| It’s getting harder now to see the girl in the moon
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| But she still shines on
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| And there is this madness in her eyes
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| Each year, a song for the undeserving tides
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| And it goes on and on and on
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| On and on and on and on and on
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| On and on and on and on and on |