courtesy of adrian belew

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Now if the dark of the night

arrives in the middle of the day

I’m gonna say my prayer

for sweetness and light,

gonna fix myself a Coke,

and hope it’s alright

If the bat-winged beast sweep down

for a feast on me

I`m gonna pin my soul

to a hot-air balloon

gonna make it pop

and shoot me to the moon

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