| Consider green lakes
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| And the idiocy of clocks
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| Someone shot nostalgia in the back
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| Someone shot our innocence
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| And all our colors have run
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| A broken arrow in a bloody pool
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| The wound in the face
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| Of midnight proposals
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| Someone shot nostalgia in the back
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| Someone shot our innocence
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| In the shadow of his smile
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| In the shadow of his smile
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| In the shadow of his smile
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| In the shadow of his smile
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| All our dreams have melted down
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| We are hiding in the bushes
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| From dead men
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| Doing Douglas Fairbanks' stunts
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| All our stories burnt
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| Our films lost in the rushes
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| We can’t paint any pictures
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| As the moon had all our brushes
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| Extracting wasps from stings in flight
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| Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
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| Extracting wasps from stings in flight
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| Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
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| Extracting wasps from stings in flight
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| Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
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| In the shadow of his smile
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| In the shadow of his smile
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| Who killed Mr. Moonlight? |