We climb slowly out from under the rock We were hiding
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To greet the sun as it leaves the sky
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On the cycle it was riding
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And we stand new
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Beneath the blanket of stars
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So vast it sways our stance
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And swaying
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We continue to rise
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Until it becomes one outright dance
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And the moon keeps watch as the howling grows
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Into one single petal
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From a very different rose
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And when we all get lost in
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The throbbing throng's exhaustion
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We actually touch those flickering lights
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And give them something back
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We are in fact the children of the night
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A spark of smoke in the air
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Commands the revelries as I attend
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It says "be not afraid beneath
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The heavens for the evening is your friend"
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And the moon keeps watch as the howling grows
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Into one single petal
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From a very different rose
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And when we all get lost in
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The throbbing throng's exhaustion
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We actually touch those flickering lights
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And give them something back
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We are in fact the children of the night
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The Children Of The Night
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| Blues Traveler |
