In your dawning star,
it leaves the
endless night
To the curtain I was searching,
midnight flight
From terminal to the tarmac
I found sight
I'll have to
find the one who
can see the
song in your eye
It's a wind,
it's a hill,
it's a spring,
it's a lie
I would give up getting old to keep that child alive
So the wind hits,
so the knife twists right on time
Return to sender,
everything gave
Nothing was saved,
nothing was lost
Hands wrapped around a wire,
cutting the wire
Everything ran,
everything cleaned
Congratulations Congratulations
Congratulations,
you have made it.
Congratulations.
Congratulations.
Congratulations.
Congratulations.
I need you.
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