| I’ll you thing
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| And place your face in stone
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| Upon the hill of stars
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| And gripped in the arms of the changeless madman
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| We’ll dance our lives away
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| You talk about day
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| I’m talking about night time
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| You talk about day
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| I’m talking about night time
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| You talk about day
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| I’m talking about night time
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| You dance with your lizard leather boots on
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| And pull the strings that change the faces of man
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| You’re a diamond browed hag
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| You’re a gutter gaunt gangster
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| You talk about day
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| I’m talking about nighttime
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| You gotta look fine
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| Be primed for dancing
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| You’re gonna trip and glide
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| Your diamond hands will be stacked with roses
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| I call you thing and place your face in stone
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| Upon the hill of stars and gripped in the arms of the changeless madman
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| We’ll dance our lives away
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| You talk about day
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| I’m talking about nighttime
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| You talk about day
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| I’m talking about nighttime
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| You talk about day
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| I’m talking about nighttime
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| You are my night
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| Put my dogs to fright
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| I wanna be your friend
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| I wanna call you I wanna ball you all night long
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| The city’s shaking I ain’t faking baby
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| This is the end
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| I’m overloaded my head’s exploded
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| I wanna to get you and then
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| Come on honey let’s bless our luck
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| A little prayer for you to suck
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| Here comes mommy with her Tommy gun
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| Open wounds just make her croon
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| Double up on some margarine
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| Lick your baby and we got fun
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| Me I funk but I don’t care
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| I ain’t no square with my cork screw hair |