| Sunlight and the city is barely awake
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| As all the early morning drifters make their way
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| Headlights in the distance too bright for my eyes
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| Still I love the dusk, the dawn, between times
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| They are mine
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| 'Cos you can’t tell if it’s day or night
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| Do we see the moon or the sunlight?
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| Everything around is so transitional
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| Momentary lapse of rational
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| Walking past the writing on the wall
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| Something apocalyptic
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| Then a momentary lapse of faith
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| Before I become more optimistic
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| Like a momentary loss of sight
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| Fleetingly it went so wrong from right
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| In a second it can change from night to day
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| Any second love can turn to hate
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| Sunlight and the city is barely awake
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| As all the seconds in our lifetime drift away
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| So live every moment and hold me so tight
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| A second changes day to night
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| I had a momentary loss of sight
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| Fleetingly it went so wrong from right
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| In a second you would change your point of view
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| In my hesitation I lost you
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| It only takes a moment sometimes
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| The difference between joy and pain
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| In a second you can look away
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| Turn around to find it’s all changed
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| Because you can’t tell if it’s day or night
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| Do we see the moon or the sunlight?
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| Everything around is so transitional
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| Momentary loss of rational
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| Like a momentary loss of sight
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| Fleetingly it went from dark to light
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| In a second it can change from night to day
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| But in a moment hope will find the way |