When the sun goes down, down on your street
When you're feeling strangely incomplete
Oh please don't grieve for days that fell like leaves
Cause under a moon that hangs from silver strings
We know not what this darkness brings
The stars all gleam with possibilites
And arise arise
Step into the night, it'll be alright.
- Ben Gibbard
When the Sun Goes Down on Your Street
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