Morning makes the rhythm by itself
And comes closer
To the home where you belong
Where you belong
You're the morning dancer by yourself
You move wiser
In a home where you belong
Where you belong
They said his heart was broken
Truth was never spoken
We bought a book and laid it on the path where he walked
On a Sunday afternoon
Cold on the graveyard
There's a sad feeling growing over our heads
Printed on the gravestone
Huge with golden letters
The name of a man we once met
We once met
They said his heart was broken
Truth was never spoken
We bought a book and laid it on the path where he walked
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