Katie stood on the benches
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Waiting for the day to stop chasing her, the fading dark
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Standing out in the twilight
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Searching in the distant light, looking for her ship
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And the night’s so pale, ghost of yesterday
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A misty rail gliding the dawn
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But soon her ship approaches relentlessly
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Is it morning and light?
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I’m crying for dawn
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Crying for dawn
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Is it crying for her?
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Crying for her, crying
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Katie wonders her memories
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Tripping up on visions lost, holding up the final cost
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Losing sense of her future
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Dissipated in this light, she is needing dawn
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And the night’s so pale, ghost of yesterday
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A misty rail gliding the dawn
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But soon her ship approaches relentlessly
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Is it morning and light?
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I’m crying for dawn
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Crying for dawn
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Is it crying for her?
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Crying for her, crying
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Crying…
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And the night’s so pale, ghost of yesterday
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A misty rail gliding the dawn
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But soon her ship approaches relentlessly
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Is it morning and light?
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I’m crying for dawn
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Is it crying for her?
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Is it crying for her dawn?
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Is it crying?
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Katie stood on the benches
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Katie stood on the benches
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Scorch
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| John Cale |
