By Dave Fenton
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The moon is up
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It's grey tonight
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And the stars on the battlefield shiver in tears
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A dead bright lesson from a million light years
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The game is up It's cold tonight
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So we crouch in our overcoats waiting for a dawn
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Both hungry and simple and calm and warm
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Sixty second interval
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Here it comes
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Sixty seconds, in to view
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They're out tonight
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The masks are down
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And friends meet strangers and strangers are friends
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And pain is passion and passion must end
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They're here tonight
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No fear tonight
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And the hands on the faces have started to move
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It's slow at first but it's over too soon
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Sixty second interval
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Here it comes
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Sixty seconds, in to view
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They're here tonight
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No fear tonight
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And the hands on the faces have started to move
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It's slow at first but it's over too soon
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Sixty second interval
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Here it comes
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Sixty second interval
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Here it comes
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Here it comes
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Here it comes
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Sixty Second Interval
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| The Vapors |
