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Keep goin' getting higher |
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New worlds waiting in the sky |
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Escape the feasting and the hunger |
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Not the monsters in our minds |
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Got our hands on a ship |
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And stole away into the night |
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The four of us and pasha dear |
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She to steer and we to fight |
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Fed up with rules and regulations |
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No more laughter left on earth |
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Outer space our one salvation |
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May god help us in our search |
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We fled so fast that we grew younger |
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Put the ship on cruise control |
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We all did our best with pasha |
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But not as good as good ol' joe |
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Monsters, monsters, monsters.....in the night |
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Monsters, monsters, monsters.....in black and white |
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Monsters, monsters, monsters.....out of control |
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Monsters, monsters, monsters.....when you're alone |
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Monsters, monsters, monsters.....feed on themselves |
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Monsters, monsters, monsters.....on the road to hell |
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Love never should have entered |
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It was never in the plan |
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We were finally going to have her |
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And let joe be damned! |
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Joe awoke from a stupor |
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It was clear something was wrong |
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He rushed in and found us with her |
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And in his rage he aimed his gun |
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One shot and it was over |
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Pasha smiled and then was gone... |
