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The night is falling, thank God |
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I hear the calling of the skeletons under the sun |
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The skeletons under the sun |
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The day is dying, big smile |
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Pose through the camera, a giant step for your kind |
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One of a kind |
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Don't leave just yet |
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Quiet on the set |
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Let's give this one more go |
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Make ourselves ill, poppin' sugar pills |
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Will swallow nice and slow |
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Don't leave just yet |
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We've just had a wreck |
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I'll need your name and phone |
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And water for these slow-dying trees |
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Where gardens used to grow |
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The sky is falling, straight down |
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It's come to crush us and leave us in our blood to drown |
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Barely making sound |
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The streets are painted so still |
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Can hear the breathing, the making sense of the spill |
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Enough to make you wanna kill |
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Don't leave just yet |
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Quiet on the set |
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Let's give this one more go |
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And make ourselves ill poppin' sugar pills |
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Will swallow nice and slow |
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Don't leave just yet |
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We've just had a wreck |
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I'll need your name and phone |
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And water for these slow-dying trees |
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Where gardens used to grow |
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Don't leave just yet |
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Quiet on the set |
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Let's give this one more go |
|
And make ourselves ill poppin' sugar pills |
|
Will swallow nice and slow |
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Don't leave just yet |
|
We've just had a wreck |
|
I'll need your name and phone |
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And water for these slow-dying trees |
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Where gardens used to grow |