| We climb slowly out from under the rock We were hiding
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| To greet the sun as it leaves the sky
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| On the cycle it was riding
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| And we stand new
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| Beneath the blanket of stars
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| So vast it sways our stance
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| And swaying
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| We continue to rise
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| Until it becomes one outright dance
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| And the moon keeps watch as the howling grows
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| Into one single petal
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| From a very different rose
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| And when we all get lost in
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| The throbbing throng’s exhaustion
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| We actually touch those flickering lights
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| And give them something back
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| We are in fact the children of the night
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| A spark of smoke in the air
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| Commands the revelries as I attend
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| It says «be not afraid beneath
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| The heavens for the evening is your friend»
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| And the moon keeps watch as the howling grows
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| Into one single petal
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| From a very different rose
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| And when we all get lost in
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| The throbbing throng’s exhaustion
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| We actually touch those flickering lights
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| And give them something back
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| We are in fact the children of the night |