Night After Night (Out Of The Shadows)
Heaven sent you, to bring the answer
Heaven sent you, to cure this cancer
For a moment
Unbeatable chance
For a moment
The world in my hands
Like an angel you came
Everytime when I prayed
Guardian of my dreams
Watching me when I sleep
Like an angel you came
Everytime when I screamed
Time after time I lose again
Night after night I wake up shaking
'Cause my world is breaking
I'm fool enough to fall again
Night after night I wake up crying
'Cause I feel like dying
Still disconnected and unprotected
Still I'm haunted but unwanted
For a moment unbreakable stars
For a moment you stayed in my arms
Like an angel you came
Everytime when I prayed
Guardian of my dreams
Watching me when I sleep
Like an angel you came
Everytime when I screamed
Time after time I lose again
Night after night I wake up shaking
'Cause my world is breaking
I'm fool enough to fall again
Night after night I wake up crying
'Cause I feel like dying
Time after time I lose again
Night after night I wake up shaking
'Cause my world is breaking
I'm fool enough to fall again
Night after night I wake up crying
'Cause I feel like dying
(Time after time I lose again)
Night after night I wake up shaking
'Cause my world is breaking
I'm fool enough to fall again (Fool enough to fall again)
Night after night I wake up crying
'Cause I feel like dying
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