Blank
                                    
               All the lonely people belong in their beds
                    Candy Cane park is where we fled
                    And it doesn't matter where we go
                           Just so you'll know
                    And it doesn't matter what we say
                        Even if it's said in vain
                                    
                               Ahh-ahh-ahh
                               Ahh-ahh-ahh
                           Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
                                    
                                 Chorus:
                        Staring blank at the sun
                      Never a dull moment in my fun
                       Waiting for the magic show
                    As the time disintegrates so slow
                                    
              If the world were flat I would be turned off
               Revolve around the turn style into my loft
                   And it doesn't matter how it's done
                         So long as it gets done
                    And I'm soaring high on my pride
                     A feeling that won't be denied
                                    
                               Ahh-ahh-ahh
                               Ahh-ahh-ahh
                           Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
                                    
                                 Chorus:
                                    
                  Imitators crouch to obstruct my view
                   Sing my lucent song to a chosen few
               Shoot them with blanks of poetry  and prose
                          They loft their rose
               So we turn and blow and the curtains close
                        Slouched upon our throne
                                    
                               Ahh-ahh-ahh
                               Ahh-ahh-ahh
                           Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
                                    
                                 Chorus:
                                    
                  Sitting patient waiting for the moon
                  Retinal cavities make the women swoon
                  And I cannot see if that's the truth
                        I know I speak the truth
                    I know what I think is my destiny
                      With out a doubt to pin on me
                                    
                               Ahh-ahh-ahh
                               Ahh-ahh-ahh
                           Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
                                    
                                 Chorus:
                                    
                  Serenade the sun with my every breath
                 It helps me to prop up my wilting head
                      Blessed is it's sacred light
                         Makes me feel all right
                And it gives me strength to face the day
                           I'll never fade away

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