| I guess I’m coming to you from the future
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| There’s a moonlit square upon my bed
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| Creepy and electric blue
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| I guess it’s just what moons must do these days
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| To get their light shone through
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| The moon screams in my ear
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| «Stay up all niiiiiiightt
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| Day is fake and you know I’m right
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| It shoots all that excessive light
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| And just distracts us from the facts:
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| We’re floating in a vast expanse of black.»
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| I will admit that I fear the future
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| Or I fear there won’t be one at all
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| Creeping in as futures do
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| It’s something you could never prove
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| Just live or maybe not live through
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| The moon screams in my ear
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| «Stay up all niiiiiiightt
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| Day is fake and you know I’m right
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| It shoots all that excessive light
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| And just distracts us from the facts:
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| We’re floating in a vast expanse of black.»
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| I can see the future beckoning
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| With its dirty little finger
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| When it calls to me
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| I will follow
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| I can see the future beckoning
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| With its dirty little finger
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| When it calls to me
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| I will follow
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| The moon screams in my ear
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| «Stay up all niiiiiiightt
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| Day is fake and you know I’m right
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| It shoots all that excessive light
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| And just distracts us from the facts:
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| We’re floating in a vast expanse of black.» |