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    She got down on hands and knees, one ear against the ground,
    Holding her breath to hear something, but the dirt made not a sound tonight

    Echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores, where we
    Danced just to please the gods that only ask for more, and so it goes

    But still we give ourselves to this
    We can't spend our lives waiting to live

    On cold nights
    In a prayer for dawn
    But daylight
    Isn't what she wants

    The concrete
    Calls my name again
    I'm falling
    Through the cracks I slip

    The postcard says wish you were here
    But I'd rather I was there, holding
    On to the simple things before they disappear, that's what I meant

    But that was then, and this is now
    I'll make it up to you somehow

    On cold nights
    In a prayer for dawn
    But daylight
    Isn't what she wants

    The concrete
    Calls my name again
    I'm falling
    Though the cracks I slip

    A destination
    A fading smile

    Another station
    Another mile
    Another day gone

    I swore that i will
    Be there before dawn
    So be there i will

    She got down on hands and knees, one ear against the ground,
    Holding her breath to hear something, anything at all

    The Dirt Whispered, "Child, I'm coming home."

    On cold nights
    In a prayer for dawn
    But the daylight
    Isn't what she wants

    The concrete
    Calls my name again
    I'm falling
    Though the cracks I slip
    I slip
    Through the cracks I slip
    Through the cracks I slip
    Through the cracks I slip
    Through the cracks I slip

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