We ride on the avalanche we climb the melting red lungs of the ladder that
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leads high to a darkening moon. We're the watchers of disaster, we're the
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dancers on your tomb. We're the invisible invaders of your privacy... your
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dreams. We're the spectres on your screen. We murmur sweet transparent
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lunacy on hot oppressive nights - you shine a light and you will see just
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a shadow.
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Disturbance
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The Legendary Pink Dots |