| Lying on my back, staring up to the sky
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| Thunder black clouds, I hear a distant cry
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| Needle sharp start like diamonds on velvet
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| And the snail trail of a shooting comet
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| Everything I do — it all goes down, it all goes down
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| Everything I see — it all goes down, it all goes down.
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| it all goes down in my nocturnal journal
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| Bats are flying high but, the owls don’t give a hoot
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| No birds singin', seems the whole world’s mute
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| The slightest noise, echoes through the streets
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| Slumber-lands bounce, to a tiny heartbeat
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| Walls of old houses, still creak after all this time
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| Explanations don’t contain no reason or rhyme
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| The moon stays awake with ease
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| Bangin' car doors are annoying me
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| The rain is coming down, started to lash
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| And I’m waiting for the glass to smash
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| Empty cans rattle just like skeleton shakes
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| To live by night is a chance I take
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| Seedy streetlamps spill, a pool of white light
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| Banshee screams of another cat fight |