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The Small Hours

Look hard at the darkness

And you will see

Just call my name and I'll be there



You cannot touch me

You would not dare

I am the chill that's in the air



And I try to get through to you

In my own special way

As the barriers crumble

At the end of the day



Dark rivers are flowing

Back into the past

You are the fish for which I cast



And what of the future

What is to be

As the rivers flow into the sea



And I try to get through to you

In my own special way

As the barriers crumble

At the end of the day



Do not take for granted

Powers out there

Don't step into the demon's lair



Time is an illusion,

Rising from time,

Steep is the mountain which we climb.



And I try to get through to you,

In my own special way,

As the barriers crumble,

At the end of the day

Metallica

The Small Hours / Metallica

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