الكلمات الأصلية
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Clocks in the morning
And the feeling there's another day to come
When the Sun's never dawning
On the broken shells that keep you on the run
On the craic and sparks that frighten everyone
Here's a victim
Here's a victim
When the Black Dog sings
And the half light ends
Well I saw you this evening
And the sand from this morning has turned into glass
And the stormy clouds ahead are bound to pass
And be forgotten
Be forgotten
When the Black Dog sings
And the half light ends
