| Cry in the arms of a widow
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| Steal in the arms of a thief
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| Fight in the arms of a soldier
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| Pray in the arms of a priest
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| Hope in the arms of a dreamer
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| Forget in the arms of the old
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| Regret in the arms of a sinner
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| But never give into the cold
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| Then sleep in the wonder of silence
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| Innocence always recalls
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| Under the bed sheets, a naked
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| Life that has lived after all
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| Don’t long for a breeze while you’re waiting
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| For faces to show in the sun
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| The miles you have walked are behind you
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| But there might be still more to come
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| Don’t run for the shade
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| Or the waters
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| That lie on that side road you’ll find
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| When doubt has convinced you the jewels
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| Are those things you wish were undone
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| Know all the wonders when evening
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| Comes and you’re sleeping alone
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| The whisper of angels reminding
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| There’s always a right in the wrong
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| Know surrender, in the beating
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| Heart that you own
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| Wake in all its known desires
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| And sleep alone
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| So when you are lying with angels
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| Or when you are praised by your love
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| Know there’s a difference at nighttime
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| When all else around you is gone
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| If closing the eyelids brings nothing
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| When longing for heavens to come
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| Know nothing compares to an angel’s
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| Embrace and the one you’ve become
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| Sleep in the wonder of silence
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| Innocence always recalls
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| Under the bed sheets, a naked
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| Life that has lived after all
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| Know all the wonders when evening
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| Comes and you’re sleeping alone
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| The whisper of angels reminding
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| There’s always a right in the wrong
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| Know surrender, in the beating
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| Heart that you own
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| Wake in all its known desires
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| But sleep alone |