Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base?
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Don't you know about the temperature change
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In the cold black shadow?
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Are you mad at your walls
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Or hoping that an unknown force can repair things for you?
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Pardon all the time that you've thrown into your pale grey garden?
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If the ship will never come you've got to move along
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Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark
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The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start
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The falling apart
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Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder
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The waves of black
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If she's going under I can hold my breath till the sky comes back
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Or drown like a rat, rat, rat
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He's a rat!
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To catch a monster
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We make a movie
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Set the tempo
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And cut and cut its brains out
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It will inspire on the burning pyre
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Half the distance
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Half the motion
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Communication
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It's easy as the ocean
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Of Moons, Birds & Monsters
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