| And the summer became the fall
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| I was not ready for the winter
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| It makes no difference at all
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| 'Cause I wear boots all summer long
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| My eye makeup, dark, and it’s careless
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| Same circles around my eyes
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| Sometimes the real color of my skin
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| My eyes, without any shadow
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| And when I call, will you walk gently though my shadow?
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| The ones who sing at night
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| The ones who sing at night
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| The ones you dream of, the ones who walk away
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| With their capes pulled around them tight
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| Crying for the night
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| Cry for the nightbird tonight
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| The winter’s really here now
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| And the blankets that I love
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| Sometimes I am surrounded by too much love
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| And when I call, will you walk gently though my shadow?
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| It’s the ones who sing at night
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| It’s the ones who sing at night
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| The ones you dream of, the ones who walk away
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| With their capes pulled around them tight
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| Crying for the night
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| Cry for the nightbird tonight
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| And when I call, will you walk gently though my shadow?
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| It’s the ones who sing at night
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| It’s the ones who sing at night
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| The ones you dream of, the ones who walk away
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| With their capes pulled around them tight
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| Crying for the night
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| Cry for the nightbird tonight
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| And when I call, will you walk gently though my shadow?
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| It’s the ones who sing at night
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| The ones who sing at night
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| And the darkened eyes, through the net of the lace
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| In the darkness, it’s hard to see her face
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| Pulls back the net
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| And you feel the touch of her fingers
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| And you see she turns the eyes
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| And you see the eyes of a nightbird
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| The ones you dream of
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| Finally the night bird
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| Finally the night bird
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| Tonight |