| You, my friend
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| You have nothing to fear, my friend
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| You have nothing to fear, my friend
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| Except for love
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| We're moles my friend
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| We are just moles my friend
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| Blind against the dark
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| That's where we belong
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| The hungry crocodiles are dancing in the light
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| But what's up there besides the darkness of the night?
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| The hungry crocodiles are dancing in the light
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| But what's up there besides the darkness of the night?
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| Forget them, friend
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| You better hear, my friend
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| Where the tunnels never end
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| To love is to pretend
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| Don't try to love yourself again
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| That is the worst kind of pain
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| We're not those kind of freaks, amen
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| We're a different site and breed of men
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| Up there they're drinking down the day
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| They mix it with the chardonnay
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| They try to keep the dark at bay
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| Down here the darkness stays
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| The hungry crocodiles are dancing in the light
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| But what's up there besides the darkness of the night?
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| The hungry crocodiles are dancing in the light
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| But what's up there besides the darkness of the night? |