Waiting for the moon to come and light me up inside And I am waiting for the telephone to tell me I'm alive Well, I heard you let somebody get their fingers into you It's getting cold in California I guess I'll be leaving soon Daylight fading, come and waste another year All the anger and the elequence are bleeding into fear Moonlight creeping around the corners of our lawn When we see the early signs that daylight's fading We leave just before it's gone...

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