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The moon is up |
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It's grey tonight |
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And the stars on the battlefield shiver in tears |
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A dead bright lesson from a million light years |
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The game is up It's cold tonight |
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So we crouch in our overcoats waiting for a dawn |
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Both hungry and simple and calm and warm |
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Sixty second interval |
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Here it comes |
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Sixty seconds, in to view |
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They're out tonight |
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The masks are down |
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And friends meet strangers and strangers are friends |
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And pain is passion and passion must end |
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They're here tonight |
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No fear tonight |
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And the hands on the faces have started to move |
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It's slow at first but it's over too soon |
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Sixty second interval |
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Here it comes |
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Sixty seconds, in to view |
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They're here tonight |
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No fear tonight |
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And the hands on the faces have started to move |
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It's slow at first but it's over too soon |
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Sixty second interval |
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Here it comes |
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Sixty second interval |
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Here it comes |
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Here it comes |
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Here it comes |
