Flowers in your hair, as you're lying there True that darkness comes, for everyone Baby's coming home, picking at your bones What will baby find, in what you left behind? Day follows night, and night follows day Gold is in the air, as you're lying there No one ever knows, until it's time to go Day follows night, and night follows day True that darkness comes, for everyone Day follows night, and night follows day Day follows night, and night follows day
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