Night
Night
It's night, BBC Radio is playing
Quiet time, good to live ín
But the fear in my heart
Gives warning
Coming the morning
How could time be stopped?
I want to stay here
This state is wonderful
I don't need sun anymore
Just live like this
Without the material world
This is pure life
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