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Night is fading from the sky
Tide is welling up inside
Memory drip feeds the pain
Whispers in his veins again
How long...
He orders wine to go alone
Marches till his skin is bone
Cities different now he’s home
Conscious bleeds for all he’s done
The busker measures time and place
The artist deconstructs a face
The woman’s eyes avert his own
His uniform is soiled and torn
How long...
Some will leave in the need to be out there
In the morning‚ then fade away
Leave in the morning‚ then fade away
Leave in the morning‚ then fade away
Leave in the morning‚ then fade away
Leave in the morning‚ then fade away
Night is fading from the sky
Tide is welling up inside
Memory drip feeds the pain
Whispers in his veins again
How long...
Some will leave in the need to be out there
In the morning‚ then fade away
Leave in the morning‚ then fade away
Leave in the morning‚ then fade away
Leave in the morning‚ then fade away
Leave in the morning‚ then fade away
