| Hold that chrysalis in your palm,
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| see it split and change.
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| It won’t do you any harm,
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| it’s just trying to rearrange.
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| It was born to live a day,
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| now it flies up from your hand.
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| It’s beautiful,
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| it’s the one they call your ever-loving man.
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| Wolves have carried your babies away,
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| oh, your kids drip from their teeth.
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| The nights are long and the day
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| is bitter cold beyond belief.
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| You spread yourself like a penitent
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| upon the mad vibrating sand,
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| and through your teeth
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| arrange to meet your midnight man.
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| Everybody’s coming round to my place.
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| Everybody’s coming round to my place.
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| Everybody’s coming round.
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| Oh, baby, don’t you see?
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| Everybody wants to be your midnight man
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| Don’t disturb me as I sleep,
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| treat me gentle when I wake.
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| Don’t disturb me as I sleep,
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| even though your body aches
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| even though your body aches
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| to serve at his command.
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| Between the wars
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| she still adores her ever-loving man.
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| Close your eyes, sleep in him,
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| dream of your lost sons and daughters.
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| Me, I’ll raise up the dorsal fin
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| and glide up and down the waters.
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| I’ll glide up and down the waters
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| then I’ll walk upon the land,
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| and call 'em out,
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| the ones who doubt your midnight man.
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| Everybody’s coming round to my place.
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| Everybody’s coming round to my place.
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| Everybody’s coming round.
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| Oh, darling, don’t you see?
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| Everybody wants to be your midnight man
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| It’s early in the morning
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| and I don’t know what to do.
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| It’s early in the morning
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| and I can’t believe it’s true.
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| It’s early in the morning
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| and it’s happening again;
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| I called you once, I called you twice.
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| Ain’t I your midnight man?
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| Everybody’s coming round to my place.
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| Everybody’s coming round to my place.
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| Everybody’s coming round.
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| They want you, they love you.
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| They need to be your midnight man.
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| Everybody’s coming round to be your midnight man. |