| Any day is half a night.
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| I’ll be the moon.
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| You hold the light.
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| You don’t wanna know what’s been beached on the sand.
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| The worse it gets the more I understand.
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| Les haricots sont pas salé.
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| Something weird is coming this way.
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| Cling to me — I will cover you.
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| Don’t it seem to be like a honeymoon?
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| Mountains rumble.
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| The rivers sway.
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| Run to me — there’s a storm on the way.
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| You don’t wanna be alone with the truth on the lam.
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| The worse it gets the more I understand.
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| Les haricots sont pas salé.
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| Something weird is coming this way.
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| Don’t it seem to be like a honeymoon?
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| Is it a dream?
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| Darkly so.
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| Is it a dream?
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| Darkly so.
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| So smiles all around — maybe nobody knows.
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| You don’t wanna be near when the fear grips the land.
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| The worse it gets the more I understand.
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| Les haricots sont pas salé.
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| Something weird is coming this way.
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| Cling to me — I will cover you.
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| Don’t it seem to be like a honeymoon?
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| Les haricots sont pas salé.
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| Something weird is coming this way.
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| Cling to me — I will cover you.
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| Don’t it seem to be like a honeymoon? |