| Closing time at the peep show
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| You missed your last chance
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| For quicksilver riding alone on the moonbeam
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| That we gonna ride together
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| Don’t you know that
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| If we freely taken promises
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| Forever in the evening
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| When will the end close?
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| Like a joke that left for million years
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| Lasting laughing waiting for the hangman to arrive
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| To a meeting some Monday morning
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| When all I wanted was a summer sky
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| And when it’s time for the party to begin
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| You don’t need to be touching with skin
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| To feel my people singing
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| Sing this a party for the master
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| How on earth did we manage to miss completely
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| The message that is written in our eyes so deeply
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| We come in to this world kicking and screaming
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| When we evolve in hanging out with all of the scoundrels
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| All of the mutinies
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| With all the good souls drowning in a shower of bastards
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| Of cowboys and rodeos
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| When we’re close lift your head up and rejoice
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| In each choice
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| And for today, there ain’t no need raise your voice
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| To hear your people singing
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| To hear my people singing
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| This is a party for the master |