Strange things happen in nighttime hours
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Yesterday's buds, tomorrow's flowers
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Those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver
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And powerful men raise your hands and deliver
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All the superstitions to which we all cling
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While high minds in Geneva ponder e8 vs. string
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The sun hides itself, concealing its grin
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And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again
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Oh, young cardinals
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Nesting in the trees
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Oh, hear our songs
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And reign your innocence on me
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Strange things happen in the nighttime hours
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White tails graze and wolves devour
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Ghosts of old loves are blowing through the pines
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Nicotine babies are being born without spines
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The god of the sea is swinging his trident
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We stoke our fires with the bones of tyrants
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The sun, it retreats through the dust and the din
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And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again
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Oh, young cardinals
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Nesting in the trees
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Oh, hear our song
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And reign your innocence on me
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Oh, young cardinals
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Take flight
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Return to nest in the black of night
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There were things you were not meant to know
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Oh, young cardinals
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Oh, young cardinals
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Oh, young cardinals
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Oh, young cardinals
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Young Cardinals
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| Alexisonfire |
