| Full moon tonight
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| The stars are shining bright
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| There’s something in the shadows giving you a fright
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| Such a gruesome sight
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| Seeing the children of the night
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| Destroying humans one by one
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| With no compassion for life
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| And with the dawn comes a new day
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| And we return to our normal ways
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| No memory of what we’ve done
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| Except the signs that we had fun
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| Now we’re waking up with scratches on our back
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| And flesh underneath our nails
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| We’re going down to Piccadilly Square
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| To raise a little hell
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| And now we’re on the run
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| And you know we’re having so much fun
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| Being American werewolves in London
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| So who’s left, who will be next
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| There’s no preference here
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| Just as long as there’s flesh
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| And now there’s no way out
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| You’re all going down
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| Piece be piece, and limb by limb
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| Scattered all around on the ground
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| And with the dawn comes a new day
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| And we return to our normal ways
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| No memory of what we’ve done
|
| Except the signs that we had fun
|
| Now we’re waking up with scratches on our back
|
| And flesh underneath our nails
|
| We’re going down to Piccadilly Square
|
| To raise a little hell
|
| And now we’re on the run
|
| And you know we’re having so much fun
|
| Being American werewolves in London
|
| And with the dawn comes a new day
|
| And we return to our normal ways
|
| No memory of what we’ve done
|
| Except the signs that we had fun
|
| Now we’re waking up with scratches on our back
|
| And flesh underneath our nails
|
| We’re going down to Piccadilly Square
|
| To raise a little hell
|
| And now we’re on the run
|
| And you know we’re having so much fun
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| Being American werewolves in London |