bad moon
I wait till midnight
I can feel a cold breeze
A box of moonlight
A silhouette of palm trees
With one foot in the grave
Beware of what I crave
My loneliness is
The only bitch that holds me
No use in thinking 'bout it
Don't need a reason
The moon is changing me
Yeah, my heart is beating
You better run away
Before it gets too late
Black sunsets on the sky
And I'm thinking
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anyone home?
Hope you're awake for the nightmare
Hope you stay for the show
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