The night is falling, I thank God.
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I hear the calling of the skeletons under the sod
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The skeletons under the sod.
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The day is dying, big smile pose for the camera
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A giant step for your kind.
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You're one of a kind.
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Don't leave just yet, quiet on the set
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Let's give this one more go.
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Make ourselves ill, popping sugar pills
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We'll swallow nice and slow
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Don't leave just yet we've just had a wreck
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I'll need your name and phone
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And water for these slow dying tree's
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Where gardens used to grow.
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Oh.
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The sky is falling straight down.
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It's come to crush us and leave us in our blood to drown,
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While barely making a sound.
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The streets are painted so still
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Can hear the breathing,
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The making sense of the spill,
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Enough to make you wanna kill.
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Don't leave just yet, quiet on the set
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Let's give this one more go.
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Make ourselves ill, popping sugar pills
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We'll swallow nice and slow.
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Don't leave just yet we've just had a wreck
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I'll need your name and phone
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And water for these slow dying tree's
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Where gardens used to grow.
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Don't leave just yet, quiet on the set
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Let's give this one more go.
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Make ourselves ill, popping sugar pills
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We'll swallow nice and slow.
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Don't leave just yet we've just had a wreck
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I'll need your name and phone
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And water for these slow dying tree's
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Where gardens used to grow.
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Leave
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| Heavens |
