| Blow the electric candle out
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| Let yourself slip away a while
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| Into the phosphorescent blue
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| That’s swimming through the tubes in you
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| 'Cuz you are made of water
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| Slowly synchronising with the moon
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| That rises from the sea in front you
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| Like a blood red balloon
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| Like a blood red balloon
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| Wandering naked though the street
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| Forewarning everyone you meet
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| You hold their fortune in your hand
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| See heaven in a grain of sand
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| Converse with the Spiritual Sun
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| On Primrose Hill, NW1
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| Emerging ghostly from the morning dew
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| Like a blood red balloon
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| Like a blood red balloon
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| Like a blood red balloon
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| Like a blood red balloon
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| Don’t close your eyes
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| You can’t fight it
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| Don’t close your eyes
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| You can’t hide from it
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| Open your eyes
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| You can’t fight it
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| Don’t close your eyes
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| You can’t fight it
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| Don’t close your eyes
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| You can’t fight it
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| Don’t close your eyes
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| You can’t hide from it
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| Open your eyes
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| You can’t fight it
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| Don’t close your eyes
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| I look into your staring eyes
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| And understand our future lies
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| With the destined demise of man
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| A mushroom cloud following an
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| Explosion filmed in surround sound
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| Sending deep tremors through the ground
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| Obscuring the innocent sky from view
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| Like a blood red balloon
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| Like a blood red balloon
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| Like a blood red balloon
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| Like a blood red balloon
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| Like a blood
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| (Don't close your eyes) |