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With a yawn |
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the peaceful city goes to sleep. |
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"It's long 'til dawn" |
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cries a siren in the street. |
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'Cause the night |
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is where the young bold lovers rule |
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a reign of spite |
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daytimes they're hidden in the clouds |
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Click, clack, cluck! |
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When their feet clack to the ground, |
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click, clack, cluck, |
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oh, it makes a lovely sound |
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'Cause the air is clean, |
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where the danger's always near. |
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It's easy seen, |
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they're unfamiliar with fear |
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'Cause boys, |
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wanna know what makes men crawl, |
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what makes empires fall. |
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Wanna hear and see it all, |
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'cause it seems to them |
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a mystic and unbelievable. |
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Don L. Lee |
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and the sisters of the night |
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is yours for free |
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if you dare to take a bite |
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'Cause love is cheap |
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and nutritious in the streets. |
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We hide and seek |
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it's easy not to fall asleep. |
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'Cause boys, |
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wanna know what makes men crawl, |
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what makes empires fall. |
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Wanna hear and see it all, |
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'cause it seems to them |
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a mystic and unbelievable. |
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Lofty hills of laughs we climb |
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sugary spices waits outside |
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time is on our side |
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and we have everything to gain |
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But if you hear the mountains swing |
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and if you hear the angels roar |
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let me know, |
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I'll play the chord, |
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there's a go |
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in our flow |
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that would make a strong man bow, |
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Oh, it's a marvel to be seen |
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how it flows |
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in chryzantemummy green. |
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But some do scorn, |
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hearing the fleshy engines roar, |
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afraid to show |
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where their angelheads do grow |
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'Cause boys, |
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wanna know what makes men crawl, |
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what makes empires fall. |
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Wanna hear and see it all, |
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'cause it seems to them |
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a mystic and unbelievable. |
