| People climbed into the night like space suits
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| People stepped into the night like moon boots
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| Marching like moon troops
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| In their soot colored zoot suits
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| People climbed into the night like cool wells
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| Shiney bottles in their hands
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| Drinking their new selves
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| They say it’s their true selves
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| People climbed up in the night like green trees
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| They were hanging from the night like green leaves
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| Buzzing like queen bees
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| People climbed into the night like space suits
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| People stomped inside the night
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| Stomping and stomping and stomping and stomping and stomping
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| Where are they going?
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| What’s the rush?
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| Everybody in the place was so out of touch
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| Hey
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| Night-time is when the things get heavy
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| You feel alone and you want somebody
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| Loneliness whispers desperate measures
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| And your frantic all by yourself
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| Night-time is when the things get heavy
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| You feel alone and you want somebody
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| Loneliness whispers desperate measures
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| Baby don’t make no fast moves
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| Baby don’t make no fast moves
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| Baby don’t make no fast moves
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| Baby don’t make no fast moves- Tonight
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| La La La
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| People stomped inside the night
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| Let me climb into the night…
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| Let me climb… |