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| Nightbird |
| End of summer became the fall i was not ready for the winter it makes no difference at all, 'cause i wear boots all summer long... i makeup, dark, and its careless same circles'round my eyes, sometimes the real color of my skin... my eyes without any shadow... and when i call, will you walk gently through my shadow its the ones who sing at night (cries the Nightbird) the ones who sing at night... the ones you dream of the ones who walk away (the ones who run away) with their capes around them tight crying for the night. Cry for the nightbird, tonight. |
| the winter's really here now and the blankets that i love... sometimes i am surrrounded by too much love..... and when i call will You walk gently through my shadow its the ones who sing at night the ones who sing at night the ones you dream of the ones who walk away with their capes pulled around them tight crying for the night cry for the nightbird, tonight. |
| and when i call, will You walk gently through my shadow like the ones who sing at night, (cries the Nightbird) the ones who sing at night the ones You dream of, the ones who walk away with their capes around them tight crying for the night...... |
Through the dark and the dead of the place, She rolls back her head and its hard to see her face.... just like the white winged dove... feel the touch the touch that You want so much. |
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