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The sun is gone; it's gone away.
Night is night and night is day.

Darkness covers all the land,
too dark to see your own two hands.

Don't be sad, little baby...
don't worry; you can't see.

Smoke and fog and cliffs abound,
echoes echo without a sound.
Screams not heard, sympathy not felt;
nobody sees the miserable, suicidal frown.

Windy plains and muffled ocean caps
I hear but not see as I walk through the grass.
Good is good and good is bad;
memories, not feelings, demand so much mass.

I pray for the sun to rise in its majesty,
burning off the fog and setting me free.
Don't be that girl, don't join the bandwagon...
when the wheels fly off, you'll be safe with me.