| With a yawn
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| The peaceful city goes to sleep
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| «It's long 'til dawn»
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| Cries a siren in the street
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| 'Cause the night
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| Is where the young bold lovers rule
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| A reign of spite
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| Daytimes they’re hidden in the clouds
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| Click, clack, cluck!
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| When their feet clack to the ground
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| Click, clack, cluck
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| Oh, it makes a lovely sound
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| 'Cause the air is clean
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| Where the danger’s always near
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| It’s easy seen
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| They’re unfamiliar with fear
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| 'Cause boys
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| Wanna know what makes men crawl
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| What makes empires fall
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| Wanna hear and see it all
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| 'cause it seems to them
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| A mystic and unbelievable
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| Don L. Lee
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| And the sisters of the night
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| Is yours for free
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| If you dare to take a bite
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| 'Cause love is cheap
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| And nutritious in the streets
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| We hide and seek
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| It’s easy not to fall asleep
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| 'Cause boys
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| Wanna know what makes men crawl
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| What makes empires fall
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| Wanna hear and see it all
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| 'cause it seems to them
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| A mystic and unbelievable
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| Lofty hills of laughs we climb
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| Sugary spices waits outside
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| Time is on our side
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| And we have everything to gain
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| But if you hear the mountains swing
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| And if you hear the angels roar
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| Let me know
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| I’ll play the chord
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| There’s a go
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| In our flow
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| That would make a strong man bow
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| Oh, it’s a marvel to be seen
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| How it flows
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| In chryzantemummy green
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| But some do scorn
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| Hearing the fleshy engines roar
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| Afraid to show
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| Where their angelheads do grow
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| 'Cause boys
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| Wanna know what makes men crawl
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| What makes empires fall
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| Wanna hear and see it all
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| 'cause it seems to them
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| A mystic and unbelievable |