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Foals - Moon |
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Now I see you, trouble, it's coming up ahead |
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Black dogs running through the fields, they're dripping red |
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The world is quiet, there is nothing left unsaid |
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A million image, million capture, million dead |
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And all the birds fall out of the sky in two by two's |
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And my teeth fall out my head into the snow |
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I am you now and you are me instead |
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Then I see there is blood on your wedding dress |
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And all of the old walk down and I'm feeling unsure |
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When I'm sleeping in my own place, I'm not home |
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It is perfect, it is beautiful and still |
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And it is silent, it is white and it is good |
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And all by the fooling round with daisy chains on our heads |
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It is coming now, my friend, and it's the end |
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