Words and music by Roddy Frame
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At the end of it all,
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'Neath the moon's watchful eye,
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I wanna be judged next to you
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'Cos to the beat of my heart,
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You set a small revolution,
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No one ever touched me so surely
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It's a veil drawn aside
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And revealed is the real world,
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And it feels like my world
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From the ring on your finger
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So cold on my skin,
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To the diamond-light stars long ago
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The River of Brightness flows
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On the end of the pier,
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Saw the sun slidin' down,
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On the dyin' embers of an empire
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See their faces appear,
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Everyone who was ever sold out and laid low,
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Their voices submerged
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In the sound of a choir
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We've got time on our side...
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And revealed is the real world,
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And it feels like my world
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From the crystal cold winter,
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So petrified and numb
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That the blazing-bright sun overthrows,
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The River of Brightness flows
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See, it starts with a glint
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Of a sparkle in the eyes,
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And a breath becomes a word becomes a deed
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And if the deed is done right,
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The whole world's set alight,
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But if you hesitate it goes,
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And you're damnin' up the river
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Just to figure how it flows,
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If that's the price of knowin',
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Maybe I don't wanna know
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'Cos it feels like the real world,
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And it feels like our world
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From the ring on your finger,
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So cold on my skin
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To the diamond-light stars long ago,
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The River of Brightness flows.
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River of Brightness
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