| Again and again they blend into one
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| My father the morning pushes through my moonlight love
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| So what’s sleep, sleep, sleep?
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| I’m tired, so tired, so tired
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| But it seems that there’s someone here with me
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| We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| A story at three with the shrillest of cries
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| My mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes
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| So what’s sleep, sleep, sleep?
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| I’m tired, so tired, so tired
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| But it seems that there’s someone here with me
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| We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| I hear the morning choir
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| Sing to me their elegy
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| I hear the morning choir
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| Sing to me their elegy
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| I hear the morning choir, so beautiful
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| Sing to me their elegy
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| I hear the morning choir, they sing to me
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| Sing to me their elegy, requiem
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| I hear the morning choir
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| Sing to me their elegy
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| We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones)
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| We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we’re awaiting
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| (Deathless ones) |