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Testo: A Camp. Song For The Leftovers.

The night is on the edge now
Hanging low against the tide
The world is at its best now
When the loveless ones collide
Ita?™s a long night, a beautiful night
We're the first leftovers of the night

I think about the last times
And the people I had to hurt
I wonder why they couldna?™t touch
And why they never gave it up
You werena?™t hard to find
You didna?™t run and hide
We were the first leftovers of the night
Hide of the night

The silence is a burden
When you dona?™t really wanna talk
Ia?™m trying really hard now to set
Alight must sleepy heart
We made a pretty sight
It seems we found some pride
In being the first leftovers of the night
Of the night
And everything is alright now
Everything is alright now
Everything is alright

Youa?™re not what I was after
But Ia?™m happy with what I found
To dream of new beginnings
When the end is all around
I think youa?™re alright
You qualify
For being my supernova
Ita?™s a gambling life
A lonely stride
But I think wea?™re the best leftovers of the night
Of the night
And everything is alright now
Everything is alright now
Everything is alright