| The night is falling, thank God
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| I hear the calling of the skeletons under the sun
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| The skeletons under the sun
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| The day is dying, big smile
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| Pose through the camera, a giant step for your kind
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| One of a kind
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| Don’t leave just yet
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| Quiet on the set
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| Let’s give this one more go
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| Make ourselves ill, poppin' sugar pills
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| Will swallow nice and slow
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| Don’t leave just yet
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| We’ve just had a wreck
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| I’ll need your name and phone
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| And water for these slow-dying trees
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| Where gardens used to grow
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| The sky is falling, straight down
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| It’s come to crush us and leave us in our blood to drown
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| Barely making sound
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| The streets are painted so still
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| Can hear the breathing, the making sense of the spill
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| Enough to make you wanna kill
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| Don’t leave just yet
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| Quiet on the set
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| Let’s give this one more go
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| And make ourselves ill poppin' sugar pills
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| Will swallow nice and slow
|
| Don’t leave just yet
|
| We’ve just had a wreck
|
| I’ll need your name and phone
|
| And water for these slow-dying trees
|
| Where gardens used to grow
|
| Don’t leave just yet
|
| Quiet on the set
|
| Let’s give this one more go
|
| And make ourselves ill poppin' sugar pills
|
| Will swallow nice and slow
|
| Don’t leave just yet
|
| We’ve just had a wreck
|
| I’ll need your name and phone
|
| And water for these slow-dying trees
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| Where gardens used to grow |