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I can't this day We it's sunday morning not possible for me to stay
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I'll for the messenger Between the darkness he will provide the
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did my angels run and hide? Where are the with lucky eyes? Where do the strangers sleep at this night, How can I?
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I stand this day We Know it's morning It's not possible for me to a day or a night
So I'll wait for the Between the darkness he will the clarity Can not
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is one of these days