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Mona's become a child of the night |
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When she goes out |
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It's only for bare necessities |
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She says she's had it up to here with light |
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While the city sleeps |
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That's when she comes alive |
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Yes, the night belongs to Mona |
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When she's dancing all alone |
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Forty floors above the city |
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CD spinnin', AC hummin', feelin' pretty |
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Sometimes she'll call at some unholy hour |
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She wants to talk |
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All of this grim and funny stuff |
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Then she'll go all quiet in her Chelsea tower |
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And that's when we wait |
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To see how the story ends |
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'Cause the night belongs to Mona |
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When she's dancing all alone |
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Forty floors above the city |
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CD spinnin', AC hummin', feelin' pretty |
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Was it the fire downtown |
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That turned her world around |
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Was it some guy or lots of different things |
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We all wonder where she's gone |
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That sunny girl we used to know |
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Now every night we get the Mona show |
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Maybe it's good that she's above it all |
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Things don't seem as dark |
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When you're already dressed in black |
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We try not to see the writing on the wall |
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What happens tomorrow |
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When the moonrays get so bright |
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When she rises towards the starlight |
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Miles above the city's heat |
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Will she fall hard or float softly to the street |
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Tonight the night belongs to Mona |
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When she's dancing all alone |
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Forty floors above the city |
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CD spinnin', AC hummin', feelin' pretty |
