(A. Bouchard - K. Bouchard)
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Keep going getting higher
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New worlds waiting in the sky
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To escape the feasting and the hunger
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Not the monsters in our minds
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We got our hands on this ship
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And stowed away into the night
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The four of us and Pasha dear
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She to steer and we to fight
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Federal rules and regulations
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No more laughter left on earth
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Outer space our one salvation
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May god help us in our search
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We went so fast that we grew younger
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Put this ship on cruise control!
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We all did our best with Pasha
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But not as good as good ol' Joe
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Love never should have entered
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It was never in the plan
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We were finally going to have her
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And let Joe be damned...
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Monsters, monsters, monsters in the night
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Monsters, monsters, monsters in black and white
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Monsters, monsters, monsters out of control
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Monsters, monsters, monsters when you're alone
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Monsters, monsters, monsters feeding on themselves
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Monsters, monsters on the road to hell...
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Joe awoke from a stupor
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It was clear something was wrong
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He rushed in and found us with her
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And in his rage he aimed his gun
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One shot and it was over
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Pasha smiled and then was gone...
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Monsters
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| Blue Oyster Cult |
