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I find between the clocks of night Has my eyes in control Regarding in that weary eyes And we watch them grow When the time is right We're ready to begin At the first tide, Your patience's wearing thin It's got it in the night It's got it a winter wait Melting into thin, thin The kind of it's a game to begin Left of being swallowed whole By offer it ??? me To any given form, oho It's getting in the night Like ??? and sheets of white Spreading by the wind They don't turn back Be as in one, holding me out of track Wanting to find They don't turn back Be as in one, holding me out of track Wanting to find From Letras Mania