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Richard BryantStill, the night is black there'sNot a star that's worth its shineStill, I'm leaning back hereEating rhythm, sucking timeTo my heart beating out sweet tattoosOn the thin skin of my soulOn the near side of the bluesStill, I pound the dents outOf all the dreams that crash tonightStill, I might make sense outOf what went wrong, what didn't go rightAnd I might get the reason why the sun should rise soFast on those who wait to have someStar fall in their eyesStill I wave my hammerTo those who wait, who come, who goStill I might not stammerOn words of love if I speak lowAnd now the dawn is filling up with birds so high andBlack the sun can't shine its wayAcross the feathered sky
Richard BryantStill, the night is black there'sNot a star that's worth its shineStill, I'm leaning back hereEating rhythm, sucking timeTo my heart beating out sweet tattoosOn the thin skin of my soulOn the near side of the bluesStill, I pound the dents outOf all the dreams that crash tonightStill, I might make sense outOf what went wrong, what didn't go rightAnd I might get the reason why the sun should rise soFast on those who wait to have someStar fall in their eyesStill I wave my hammerTo those who wait, who come, who goStill I might not stammerOn words of love if I speak lowAnd now the dawn is filling up with birds so high andBlack the sun can't shine its wayAcross the feathered sky
 
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