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By The New York Room, as I gaze
I cannot decide
the calming waves
the tender tide
cool and
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By The New York Room, in the black light
no shadows will fall
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By The New York Room, the stars are hanging, shining brightly
the sky above me
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By The New York Room, tender twilight
a little like July
drifting idly by
grey
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By The New York Room, will you be
my misery?
heart in heart
hand in hand
black on black
promise
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By The New York Room, am I flesh
and am I bone
or am I
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By The New York Room, the bell tolls the tears of midnight's gloom
and opens
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By The New York Room, instrumental
written, performed and recorded by:
Matthew Ervin
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By The New York Room, instrumental
traditional Latin hymn
"Dies Irae" or "Day of Wrath"
arranged, performed and
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By The New York Room, the funeral drum beats on
when all the feeling is
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By The New York Room, will you still notice
when I close myself down
with my
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By The New York Room, when you are with me
I feel alone
a candle burning
against the
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By The New York Room, guardian angel with your strong blue wings
taken from the feathers
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By The New York Room, instrumental
original composition by Erik Satie
arranged, performed and recorded by:
Matthew Ervin
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By The New York Room, lost in lands of shadow
in times of sorrow
I am waiting
waiting
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By The New York Room, the snowflakes are dancing
stirring in Decembers breeze
spin drifting
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By The New York Room, in the thaw of coldest winter
rage the storms of
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By The New York Room, in the empire of the one-eyed King
behind the iron
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By The New York Room, in the empire of the one-eyed King
behind the iron
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By The New York Room, anguish is near
so close with me here
and I have nowhere
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By The New York Room, in the bleak midwinter
stormy winds may blow
earth stood hard
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By The New York Room, Ici le jardin
ici les ombres
lignes de fleurs bleus
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By The New York Room, instrumental
written, performed and recorded by:
Matthew Ervin and Vivan Lim
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By The New York Room, in the silence of my empty bed
I sleep with
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By The New York Room, as dusk grows cold
and the sky comes forth,
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By The New York Room, please take me to heaven
in a black and white dream
we
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By The New York Room, underneath my eyelids
I can see the shape of a
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By The New York Room, Maria, my Maria
sit alongside me
Maria, sweet Maria
stay
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By The New York Room, in the tomb of my desire
sleeps the ghost,
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By The New York Room, o come all ye faithful
joyful and triumphant
o come ye,