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New Moon
01:52
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The sky is dark the moon is gone,
blind with fright till the coming dawn.
I stare at the stars in the lonely sky.
I've been told sometimes the moon doesn't fly.
I know you're still there simply not lit,
so don't you cry, don't worry a bit.
I'll wait patient here, watch with delight
when the moon appears and shines through the night,
as big as before and just as bright.
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2. |
Too Good to be True
01:48
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tgtbt.
you're not the only one
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3. |
String Theory
01:26
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4. |
Frozen
01:50
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I'm frozen
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5. |
Alone
02:02
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feels too good to be alone
thunderana lightning will keep me, and you'll become a dream
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6. |
Rain Pain
01:00
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rain rain go away, I'm tired of looking at you.
I want to go outside, play in the sunshine.
Rain Pain
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7. |
Gremlins
01:22
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8. |
Desert
02:07
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Something's wrong, gotta tell someone.
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9. |
The Ghosts' High Noon
02:33
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When the night wind howls in the chimney cowls,
and the bat in the moonlight flies,
And inky clouds, like funeral shrouds,
sail over the midnight skies -
When the footpads quail at the night-bird's wail,
and black dogs bay the moon,
Then is the spectres' holiday -
then is the ghosts' high noon!
As the sob of the breeze sweeps over the trees,
and the mists lie low on the fen,
From grey tombstones are gathered the bones
that once were women and men,
And away they go, with a mop and a mow,
to the revel that ends too soon,
For cockcrow limits our holiday -
the dead of the night's high noon!
And then each ghost with his ladye-toast
to their churchyard beds take flight,
With a kiss, perhaps, on her lantern chaps,
and a grisly grim "good night";
Till the welcome knell of the midnight bell
rings forth its jolliest tune,
And ushers our next high holiday -
the dead of the night's high noon!
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10. |
Bottom of the Sea
01:40
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My heart will sink to the bottom of the Sea, with me.
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11. |
Gold Rush
02:51
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Feel the wine pourin' down our throats,
all we want is the Golden Coast.
The sun it sets out in the west,
thats the place I'd like to rest.
California
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12. |
Fin
00:28
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done.
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