Take it as it comes, the endless night
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Speak of friends
Keep alive you’re hazy dreams
Now you’re changing your world again
Northing's really what it seems
When you’re changing your words again
We’re in the attic of memories to come
Speak of things that trigger your mind
I wonder what you found today
Speak of matters of any kind
The smallest thing could mean a lot you say
We’re in the attic of memories to come
You never went along
With anything that wouldn’t make you feel strong
You never went along
With anything that wouldn’t make you feel strong
Speak of friends out there, somewhere
In the endless nights
Speak of friends out there, somewhere
In the endless nights
Take it as it comes, the endless night
You never went along
With anything that wouldn’t make you feel strong
You never went along
With anything that wouldn’t make you feel strong
(Even this could mean a lot)
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