(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan)
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The day is gone
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when the angels come to stay
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And all the silent whispers
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will be blown away
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And lying in the corner
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a pair of high heel shoes
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Hanging on the wall
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gold and silver for the blues
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One too many wasted sunsets
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One too many for the road
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And after dark the door is always open
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Hoping someone else will show
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Someone is waiting behind
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an unlocked door
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Grey circles overhead empties
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on the floor
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The cracks in the walls have
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grown too long
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The slow hand is dragging on
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afraid to meet the dawn
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One too many wasted sunsets
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One too many for the road
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And after dark the door is always open
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Hoping someone else will show
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Wasted Sunsets
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Deep Purple |