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Minus the Bear - Pachuca Sunrise

Midnight on a beach in the mediterranean,
and I miss you, even here, taking it all in.
The sand, silvered, carries the moon on its shoulders;
is it possible to put this night to tune and move it to you?

Don’t cry; I’ll bring this home to you
if I can make this night light enough to move.
Don’t cry; I’ll bring this home to you.

Cargo ships move by, tracing on the horizon line.
There’s a luster from the city lights on the waves that kiss our feet.
And we’re thinking of going in.
The time’s getting thin.

Don’t cry; I’ll bring this home to you
if I can make this night light enough to move.
Don’t cry; I’ll bring this home to you
if I can make this, if I can make this
Don’t cry; I’ll bring this home to you
if I can make this night light enough to move.
Don’t cry; I’ll bring this home to you

This is a city for not sleeping;
the clocks are set by feel.
At this moment from where I sit, none of it seems real.

Don’t cry; I’ll bring this home to you
if I can make this night light enough to move.
Don’t cry; I’ll bring this home to you
if I can make this night light enough to move.
If I can make this, if I can make this move..
if I can make this move.

These lyrics are by Minus the Bear, from Pachuca Sunrise. Posted at 7:14am on 4 September 2006.
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