Running wide
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on promises of sweet tomorrows
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running deep
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in ignorance and hope
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on and on
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towards the big black sea
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the banks of this river is night
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night is within me
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and I am here in your arms
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drawn in
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by this massive flow of violence
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drawn down
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in this procession of mud
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on and on
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towards the big black sea
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the banks of this river is night
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look at her
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when she passes you by
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feel him
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as he denies you again
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on and on
|
towards the big black sea
|
the banks of this river is night
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night is within me
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and I am here in your arms.
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The Banks Of This River Is Night
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| Peccatum |
