(Hammill)
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Tonight, before you lay down to the sweetness of your sleep
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do you question your surrender to the drop from Lover's Leap
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or does the anaesthetic darkness take hold on its very own?
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Does your body rise in service with not one dissenting groan?
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These waking dreams of life and death
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in the mirror are twisted and buckled,
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lashes flicker, a catch of breath,
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skin whitening at the knuckles.
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The army of sleepwalkers shake their limbs and are loose
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and though I am a talker, I can phrase no excuse
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not to rise again.
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In the chorus of the night-time I belong
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and I, like you, must dance to that moonlight song
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and in the end I too must pay the cost of this life.
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If all is lost none is known
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and how could we lose what we've never owned?
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Oh, I'd search out every knowledge that I could find,
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unravel all the mysteries of mind,
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if I only had time,
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if I only had time,
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but soon my time is ended... ended, soon my time is ended.
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Medley, parts of: (ii) The Sleepwalkers
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