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The Small Hours - Metallica (金属乐队)
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 mirrors crumble
At the end of the day aha
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 mirrors crumble
At the end of the day
Do not take for granted
Powers out there
Don't step into
The demons 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 mirrors crumble
At the end of the day
