It's bleak in November
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Back on the street where the city doesn't laugh anymore
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A last dance of the wind with the waste
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Of a vanished and misplaced reality
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The things that we strived for
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Were only the things that we already had
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The question was: how to stop
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When our desires had been satisfied
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Out in the streets and over seas
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We'll all join the last dance which starts at dawn
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When new stars are born
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Don't break the silence
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Never look back what is left
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What has been before
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When new stars are born
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A new day is dawning
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Don't be afraid of what is gone
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Or fear what's still to come
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The streets are deserted
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Laid bare with space to take a deep breath
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We dance alone while waiting for the changes to begin
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But can never reach the place where it began
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Now a new sun is rising
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Hope I can do what ought to be done
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Break with the past to follow my heart
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To reach for the last and final goal
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Out in the streets and over seas
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We'll all join the last dance which starts at dawn
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When new stars are born ...
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This side, this world
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One voice, one self
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One road, one last mile
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New Stars Are Born
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| RPWL |
