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Living under a black moon |
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Hoping the sun will shine through soon |
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Nonetheless my heart is stone |
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Gaping wounds are the cause of my moan |
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Living under a sky so full |
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Of dead debris, I try to pull |
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Away from the fears of life |
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Away from my pain, my strife |
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Black moon |
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We'll be back together soon |
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Living with ideals they hate |
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With morals conformists debate |
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But dyed blonde hair still gets the swoon |
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Which is why I'm here with my black moon |
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Black moon... |
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Until the day we hear them say We're ok, we can stay |
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We'll wait outside all alone |
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Trying to find the comfort we lost at home |