Foals - Moon
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Now I see you, trouble, it's coming up ahead
Black dogs running through the fields, they're dripping red

The world is quiet, there is nothing left unsaid
A million image, million capture, million dead
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And all the birds fall out of the sky in two by two's
And my teeth fall out my head into the snow
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I am you now and you are me instead
Then I see there is blood on your wedding dress
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And all of the old walk down and I'm feeling unsure
When I'm sleeping in my own place, I'm not home
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It is perfect, it is beautiful and still
And it is silent, it is white and it is good
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And all by the fooling round with daisy chains on our heads
It is coming now, my friend, and it's the end
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