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In the Dead of the Night

Intro:

In the dead of night, the cradle rocks.
Echoes in the shadows, ticking clocks.
Tiny hands reach out for air.
Chaos reigns, curly hair everywhere.

Rhyme 1:

Under the moonlight, whispers grow,
silent secrets only shadows know.
From the cradle to the rocking chair,
curly hair is everywhere.

Chorus:

Rock the cradle, feel the storm,
in the darkness love takes form.
Curly hair, wild and free,
a symbol of our destiny.

Rhyme 2:

Midnight cries break the silence.
Through the tears, there's defiance.
From the cradle to the chair,
curly hair, we declare.

Chorus:

Rock the cradle, feel the storm,
in the darkness love takes form.
Curly hair, wild and free,
a symbol of our destiny.

Bridge:

We raise the fallen, with songs unsung.
In the cradle, the journey’s begun.
Rocking chair of life we all must share.
Curly hair, our eternal flare.

Chorus:

Rock the cradle, feel the storm,
in the darkness love takes form.
Curly hair, wild and free,
a symbol of our destiny.

Outro:

From the cradle to the end,
curly hair, our eternal friend.
Rock on through the night’s despair,
for curly hair, we'll always care.
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
Published
Author's Note
If I were a Metal Rock composer, these are the lyrics of the song I would certainly compose...
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