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The dead eyes, the red teeth, The blood-shot, the sea breeze, the light The car crash, the fickle, The morning, the trickle, the bribe The hard luck, the sailor, The sweet love, the railroad, the cries I see them in your eyes Communist consumption and the seize of the light Naked women dancing 'round the fire in the night The boredom is magic the sorrow divine The moon is a token and hell is align We ride on the coastline, but we couldn't care That the sunlight is defunct, but the moon is a-flare The moon is a-flare, the moon is a-flare, the moon is a-flare, The moo-oo-oon The blue shoes, the ocean, The knee-deep devotion, surprise The sunlight, the sunray, The ballroom, the ballet, the wife I see them in your eyes Communist consumption and the seize of the light Naked women dancing 'round the fire in the night The boredom is magic, the sorrow divine The moon is a token and hell is align We ride on the coastline, but we couldn't care That the sunlight is defunct, but the moon is a-flare The moon is a-flare, the moon is a-fl are, the moon is a-flare, The moo-oo-oon The moon (yeah), the moon (yeah), The moon (yeah), the moo-oo-oon The moon (yeah), the moon Communist consumption and the seize of the light Naked women dancing 'round the fire in the night The boredom is magic, the sorrow divine The moon is a token and hell is align We ride on the coastline, but we couldn't care That the sunlight is defunct, but the moon is a-flare The moon is a-flare, the moon is a-flare, the moon is a-flare, The moo-oo-oon
Writer(s): Friedhelm Mund, Maximilian König Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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