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monochrome
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it's 4 in the morning July in ?9
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me and my sister
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we crept down like shadows
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they're bringing the moon right down to our sitting room
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static and silence and a monochrome vision
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they're dancing around
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slow puppets silver ground
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and the world is watching with joy
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we hear a voice from above and it's history
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and we stayed awake all night
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and something is said and the whole room laughs aloud
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me and my sister
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looking on like shadows
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the end of an age as we watched them walk in a glow
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lost in space, but I don't know where it is
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they're dancing around
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slow puppets silver ground
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and the stars and stripes in the sand
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we hear a voice from above and it's history
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and we stayed awake all night
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they're dancing around
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it sends a shiver down my spine
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and I run to look in the sky and
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I half expect to hear them asking to come down
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(oh) will they fly or will they fall?
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to be excited by a long late night
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monochrome
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| The Sundays |
