| Flash of light better wear your shades
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| Be complete like a seventh day
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| Seduction from a higher power
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| Illuminate your darkest hour
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| Nature’s gift we understand
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| Don’t be afraid to let the hands
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| The girls are gettin' made up
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| But the hands on the clock are straight up
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| Don’t leave the club yet «hey wait up»
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| I’ll touch your Heaven at the stroke of midnight
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| Lying in the aftermath
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| The bliss we made has come too fast
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| Still six hours from the sun
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| Ready again at 12: 01
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| Our first round has come and gone
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| Won’t stop until the crack of dawn
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| The winds of wood are groanin'
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| Sweet epidermis showin'
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| Wet your reed start blowin'
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| Succumb to the passion at the stroke of midnight
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| The girls are gettin' made up
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| But the hands on the clock are straight up
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| Don’t leave the club yet «hey wait up»
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| I’ll touch your Heaven at the stroke of midnight
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| (Ding-dong)
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| The winds of wood are groanin'
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| Sweet epidermis showin'
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| Wet your reed start blowin'
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| Succumb to the passion at the stroke of midnight
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| (And I got a grandfather clock you know what I’m sayin' baby. Beware of the
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| pendulum!)
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| The girls are gettin' made up
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| But the hands on the clock are straight up
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| Don’t leave the club yet «hey wait up»
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| I’ll touch your Heaven at the stroke of midnight |