The night is drawing on
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But all the strain not told on him
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And he won¡¯t fall into the sleep of the just
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To be a tumbler or a lonesome intruder
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He is as good as gold and searching for trust
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Be, to be the Harlequin who shines in dead gold
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To kill those idle thoughts about this stronghold
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See, see the evening star in this sunset glow
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Sailing the splendor ships straight on the port bow
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Strike the sands of ever
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The lingering sound of dreams
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In harsh reality
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Turn over a new leaf
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Ardently desired
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And forever
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Shine, it fired his imagination so far
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And he gave rise to hope
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Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar
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To the dancer on a rope
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Shine, so where¡¯s the difference between man and machine?
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And who will draw the line?
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Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been
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May all the ways then shine
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Sometimes he¡¯s worlds apart and elsewhere lies his dream
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And he won¡¯t never shift the blame on you
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Sometimes a parting kiss speaks louder than action
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When life turns suddenly like a bolt from the blue
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He, he¡¯s not the silver slave supposed to be
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He¡¯s on the rise to fame out of this tragedy
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See, so now the odds are even literally true
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There is no limit to it all, there is no taboo
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Strike the sands of ever
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The lingering sound of dreams
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In harsh reality
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Turn over a new leaf
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Ardently desired
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And forever
|
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Shine, it fired his imagination so far
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And he gave rise to hope
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Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar
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To the dancer on a rope
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Shine, so where¡¯s the difference between man and machine?
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And who will draw the line?
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Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been
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May all the ways then shine
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Don¡¯t clip those wings of a flying
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When wearing your heart on your sleeve
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But still there is life among dying
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The far cry off and make-believe
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In this palatial hallway
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Should all be null and void
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Between the tricks of fortune
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In years that he enjoyed?
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He is the one enigma
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High flown beneath the sun
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Is he the last resort
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When future has begun?
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Shine, it fired his imagination so far
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And he gave rise to hope
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Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar
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To the dancer on a rope
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Shine, so where¡¯s the difference between man and machine?
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And who will draw the line?
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Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been
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May all the ways then shine
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