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We climb slowly out from under the rock |
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We were hiding |
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To greet the sun as it leaves the sky |
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On the cycle it was riding |
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And we stand new |
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Beneath the blanket of stars |
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So vast it sways our stance |
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And swaying |
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We continue to rise |
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Until it becomes one outright dance |
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And the moon keeps watch as the howling grows |
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Into one single petal |
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From a very different rose |
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And when we all get lost in |
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The throbbing throng's exhaustion |
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We actually touch those flickering lights |
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And give them something back |
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We are in fact the children of the night |
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A spark of smoke in the air |
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Commands the revelries as |
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I attend It says "be not afraid beneath The heavens for the evening is your friend" |
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And the moon keeps watch as the howling grows |
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Into one single petal |
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From a very different rose |
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And when we all get lost in |
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The throbbing throng's exhaustion |
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We actually touch those flickering lights |
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And give them something back |
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We are in fact the children of the night |
