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"A Story At Three" lyrics

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"A Story At Three"

Again and again they blend into one,
my father the morning pushes through moonlight love.
So what's sleep? Sleep.
I'm tired, so tired, but it seems that there's someone here with me.
We are the wakeful, wry, watchful.
We're awaiting.
Deathless ones.
A story at three with the shrillest of cries.
My mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes.
I hear the morning choir sing to me their elegy.
So beautiful.
They sing to me their elegy. Requiem.


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Writer(s): Hunter Lawrence Burgan, Adam A Carson, David Paden Marchand, Jade Errol Puget
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album: "Art Of Drowning" (2000)
AFI - Art Of Drowning album cover
The Lost Souls
The Nephilim
Ever And A Day
Sacrifice Theory
Of Greetings And Goodbyes
Smile
A Story At Three
Dream Of Waking
Days Of The Phoenix
Catch A Hot One
Wester
6 To 8
The Despair Factor
Morningstar
Battled
(Hidden Track)
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