What lurks behind us?
I'm not going to look back.
There's nothing there, I swear.
Stay sweet, my dear.
'Till the morning comes.
'Till the sunshine's up.
The nighttime's over,
When I finally breathe my last sigh.
This last whisper in your ear.
"It's all the same..."
This last night's over.
The sun lurks behind the trees.
Don't look back, it's over.
I won't leave if you won't.
Your sweetness envelopes the truth.
The truth that we must say our goodbyes.
And we'll be on our way.
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