(Lyrics: Janey Diamond / Music: Gold-Bloss)
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He is sitting on a hill
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A vapid night is crawling through the vale
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The trees are fangs of transiency
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The demons forge hammers and nails
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He will travel all the ways
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That lead to the unknown lands
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Time has distorted his view
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An amen in his due
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He is gazing at the skies
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Without yearning in his eyes
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And he will follow the invisible trace
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When the sirens sing again...
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The spring is in the air, the silence in the skies
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The wind is in his hair, the moon is in his eyes
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The bats play on but he'll be gone
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Before the world has left the night...the birds sing on but he has gone
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Before the morning spreads its light
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Elegy
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Alphaville |