Too many hours between dusk and dawn
How dark the night is now
Full of noise and grief
Find my way to an empty house
You used to call it home.
I sing a thousand cliches
trying to find my way through
The streets were straight and the dawn was close
The dream was gone and the doors were closed.
too many breaths before I breathe again
Too many dreams until I live.
Too soon they pulled you away.
Too many days till I see you again.
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