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La da da...... |
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People climbed into the night like space suits |
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People stepped into the night like moon boots |
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Marching like moon troops |
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In their zoot colored zoot suits |
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People climbed into the night like cool wells |
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Shiny bottles in their hands |
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Drinking their new selves |
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They say it's their true selves |
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People climbed up in the night like green trees |
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They were hanging from the night like green leaves |
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Buzzing like queen bees |
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People climbed into the night like space suits |
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People stomped inside the night |
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Stomping and stomping and stomping and stomping and stomping |
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Where are they going? |
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What's the rush? |
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Everybody's embraced but so out of touch |
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Hey |
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Night-time is when the things get heavy |
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You feel alone and you want somebody |
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Loneliness whispers desperate measures |
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And you're frantic all by yourself |
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Night-time is when the things get heavy |
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You feel alone and you want somebody |
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Loneliness whispers desperate measures |
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Baby don't make no fast moves |
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Baby don't make no fast moves |
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Baby don't make no fast moves |
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Baby don't make no fast moves--- tonight |
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La da da.... |
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People stomped inside the night |
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Let me climb into the night... |
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Let me climb... |
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[vamp to fade] |
