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There's a mooky stream of psychotic dreams
Running through this muddy little town.
There's a sense of dread,
Tied to an end of thread,
Running through this patch work little town.
But if you've got love bring it along put
It with ours we'll sing you a song!
Well there is a girl two apples tall
Whose gingerbread house that nobody calls.
From the mall to the telephone tower, oh yeah!
We're gonna keep you up to all hours, oh yeah!
Eyes against your will, up magnetic hill,
All struggle to go down the roads to town.
There's a day light hour when my friends loose their power.
They've never seen the flip side of a dream.
But if you've got love bring it along put it
With ours we'll sing you a song! Well there is a boy
In love with the moon give him the world he'll play you a tune.
From the mall to the telephone tower, oh yeah!
We're gonna keep you up to all hours, oh yeah!
From the mall to the telephone,
Mall to the telephone tower, oh yeah!
From the mall to the telephone,
Mall to the telephone tower!
Flashing Lights, Flashing Lights!
Flashing Lights, Flashing Lights!
