| Sun comes up, when the sun comes up
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| Sun comes up, I’ll lift my cup
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| Moon comes out, when the moon comes out
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| Moon comes out, my senses shout
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| Breath held and waiting
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| Eyes cut deep serrating
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| Oh hesitating
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| Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
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| My blood boils as far as myth goes
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| If you meet me here when the sun goes down
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| I’ll dance with you, baby, with the face of a clown
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| Breath held and waiting
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| Eyes cut deep serrating
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| Oh, hesitating
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| Feels like, it feels like
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| It’s coming out tonight
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| Feels like, it feels like
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| It’s coming out tonight
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| Raise my arms right up in the air
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| Bring them down like a grizzly bear
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| When I take you, baby, by the hand
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| You enter in my design grand
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| Breath held and waiting
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| Eyes cut deep serrating
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| Oh, hesitating
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| Feels like, it feels like
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| It’s coming out tonight
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| Feels like, it feels like
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| It’s coming out tonight |